Fall Calls Out

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2
Prompt #353 - Take Comfort Where You Can Get It

Fall calls out
to all things
comfy.  Open windows
whisk in fresh air.  
Lush leaves dress trees
in finery.  Orange
pumpkins piled high
make me salivate
for pumpkin pie.
Picking apples with
colorful names like,
Honeycrisp, Pink Lady,
and my favorite–
Granny Smith–nice
and tart.  Say a sweet
goodbye to September.
Wear a light sweater,
for Fall calls out.


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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2 Responses to Fall Calls Out

  1. Mike Bayles says:

    I like your tribute to fall, Sara. A poem to savor.


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