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.
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.