Here are the stanzas I'm starting with (I think).
Why is autumn
fall?
Is it cooling temperatures?
Dampening spirits
as summer fades away?
Could it be as simple
as dropping leaves?
II
Ripe, round, juicy
delights picked
and turned into
steaming, cinnamon slathered pies
However you want to approach it, the challenge this week is to write a few stanzas (or more!) about fall. Please share a link to your poem or the poem itself in the comments.
Thoughts About Autumn
ReplyDeleteThis tumble of a season,
this cataract of leaf,
this fumble into winter,
this slide of grief
this stumble of wind,
this summersaulting pall,
this loss of sunshine,
this slip,
this Fall.
©2013 Jane Yolen all rights reserved
Wow, Jane--that's great!
ReplyDeleteBig grin, Kate. Thanks.
DeleteIII
ReplyDeleteWas it once called Rise?
When brachiosaurs
patrolled the shores
of what is now
Vineyard Sound?
IV
And trees past, taller
than the tallest masts
of the fastest tall
ships, shuddered
with vastness,
casting the eyes
skyward!
V.
ReplyDeleteeach leaf
snaps, flips,
flaps
through blue
October sky
and slips
into the scrapbook
whose pages
ruffle in the wind—
till photos
fly again
Kate Coombs, 2013
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THE TREMENDOUS XII
ReplyDeleteI
School bells announce
Fall’s incoming tradition.
I can’t wait for the ceremony.
II
Fall’s still on vacation.
My skin’s a spigot unleashing
A fuselage of sweat as sunshine beats down
On my visage.
III
Humidity, which is like a nagging uncle
Asking you to pull his finger
Has vanished … finally!
IV
No more short sleeve shirts,
Long sleeves have arrived.
Evenings are glorious.
Bone dry skin.
V
Jacket weather with long pants.
Feels as if a stranger
Has infiltrated my limbs.
VI
Leaves are turning auburn,
Some canary yellow
Like corn on the cob.
VII
We’re all a feather floating
Around without a care.
Everyone’s mood is lighter,
Neighbors, friends, even our science
Teacher who lets us spend
Half the class outdoors
Staring at nature.
Squirrel!
VIII
After school I rake a kaleidoscope
Of leaves, or as I sometimes call them: Tree follicles.
I feel like a barber sweeping the floor after his
Workday is done.
IX
Funny how I hated sunshine during
the beginning of this school year
Yet now I miss it because
it goes to bed so early.
X
For Halloween I dressed as a jungle cat
Because I’m on the prowl.
Well, not really, I was on punishment
For not cleaning my room.
I took comfort in that crisp air
Blessing my face from the corner window.
XI
Grandma’s homemade powder blue gloves scarf and hat
Have been added to my itinerary. Trees seem as if they
Need a loving Grandma too. Branches shiver as
Wind announces itself. Each tree is barren
Like a two lane blacktop through the desert. If I wasn’t
Late for school I’d give them all a hug.
XII
My room’s cleaner than a day old infant,
Report card has more A’s than Arthur Fonzerelli.
To celebrate being good for once I’m on a hayride.
I take a mountain of nature’s straw and toss in the air
As if preparing myself for snow. Owls chirp their lullaby,
Birds provide 3 part harmony. My vocal contribution is
Laughing in between sips of hot chocolate
As we ride into the night.
(c) Charles Waters 2013 all rights reserved.