Fall Comes Again

I found this poem while cleaning out old notebooks and it just struck me. Figured with autumn truly setting in, this was a perfect time to share it πŸ’›

Listen to the rain.

The pitter patters

Of a cloud in tatters.

Fall has come again.


Watch the leaves swirling.

Colorful scraps that descend

And at your feet find their end.

Fall is round you curling.


Taste the sweet cider.

The harvest has provided

And round the table lay divided.

Fall spreads the wider.


Smell the poignant hay.

In bales is it packed

And on the truck stacked.

Fall upon the fields lay.


Feel the warm blaze.

At your fingertips is raised

And all else becomes hazed.

Fall weaves its maze.

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