Fall Poetry

This week's writing club focused on Fall Poetry. Here are two little things I did:

High in the tree,
absorbing the sun,
feeling the cold blow by,
the sun going down,
the days getting shorter,
the wind getting harder.

Day and day,
the life draining away,
a brilliant green,
an orange,
then brown,
the colors fading,
stem withering,
friends dying

The wind never ceases,
tugging at the frail connection,
tugging at the last hope,
tugging at the last days of splendor
tugging the body through the sky
now tugging towards the littered ground below

Flat on the ground,
absorbing the dew,
feeling a machine blow,
the children coming out,
the days getting better,
the laughter getting louder

And a second little one:

The swirl of the leaves,
as they fall to the ground,
The colors of trees,
as they shift all to browns,

Tiny pumpkins and ghosts,
a delicious ham roast,
cool, peaceful weather,
and family coming together