poem for fall


    Thanks, Christine, for the poetry party.


    these are my favorite days
    when the summer heat begins
    to fade into fall’s crisp palette
    of expectancy and comfort

    I want to match the colors
    with aromas savory and sweet
    layers of flavor and hope that
    sustain as the nights grow long

    and winter hangs on the horizon
    barren branches and grey mornings
    the chill that goes bone-deep
    as the world falls asleep

    on my best days I see the trees
    each one a burning bush
    leaves letting go with flare (and flair!)
    letting go and falling to earth

    I turn the lights on earlier
    and stir the same reds and oranges
    in the pan relishing the sound of the
    sizzle of squash and peppers

    these are my favorite days
    when the cold and dark call
    to remember however I fall
    love will catch me



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