Poem 41: The Fall Arrives


The fall is here, arriving with clichéd blustery coolness.


Swirling the leaves, lowering the humidity, ousting summer with a swift puff of wind.


Though I saw the leaves browning, and watched the pines weeping needles into the yard, my heart still clings to lazy pool Sundays and sun-kissed cheeks.

1 view0 comments

Recent Posts

See All