Written for:  Poets United: Poetry Pantry #322  (posted by Mary)
Happy Autumn (or Spring!)
I am wondering, for the sake of discussion, if there is a season that YOU personally write the most poetry.  

Water Feature near Maple

Fall parts its curtain
revealing stages of colors
from russet to red to gold.
Bold as leaves begin, they shake,
flutter, sail to ground wrinkling
up like aged faces.

Rotund pumpkins in hues of orange,
and mums of burnished brown decorate
front steps. Apples abound.

Scents of cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger
fill kitchen with warmth. When fall’s
curtain is drawn once again, the white
face of winter enters.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to October

  1. Sumana Roy says:

    love the colors & scent here…

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  2. lynn__ says:

    I love fall…you showcase its face here!


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