I haven't written poetry in.... forever... so this is probably terrible, but I'm just doing it for fun. I'm not sure where the ending came from, but at the end of the poem I'll explain how I started.

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Standing at the window, 

watching the leaves falling.

But no. This is here-

where the leaves don’t turn red

orange

yellow

and they don’t fall beautifully.

“Just hanging in there,

till I die and wilt away,”

is the song they seem to sing.

Watching fall colors

has never been a pastime of mine

Because, after all,

it’s just a pretty way of dying.

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So, I live in Los Angeles, California, and the leaves don't turn pretty colors here. They just turn brown and make wilted messes on the floor. That's how I started. How I ended, I really don't know. It might just be me telling myself I'm not missing anything. But who knows?

Autumn Prompt ~

The leaves twirl gracefully to the wilting bed of flowers

Red and orange and yellow and brown

Swallows chirping above me, flapping to another place

The moon shining, full and bright

clouds floating above 

How beautiful Autumn is

It's an amazing nature scene 

The leaves, once green,

fall 

in flurries of colors,

over the heads

of children,

walking slowly. 

They crunch

beneath feet,

turning to dirt,

changing. 

From windows,

they’re stared at,

as they fly

up above and back down

to the earth,

beautiful,

and somehow sad.

Autumn

is when 

things either die....

or they fly.

October

~~~~~~

You told me you hated the rain in October

You told me you hated how wet and cold it was

How it was too damp to admire the falling leaves anymore

You told me you hated when the water soaked through your clothes because you forgot your umbrella

And how the rain drops were an icy shiver

And how it made you long for snow or hot summer days, not this chilly inbetween

You told me you hated the rain in October

I told you beauty is in the eye of the beholder

I feel like I'll regret not waiting awhile to see if this poem is actually any good, but I really wanna post this...

Autumn Comfort 

Leaves crunch rhythmically

under her feet

crisp air, colors new 

& the hurt fresh,

so she focuses on

a tree

and the way its seasonal death 

can make someone feel

a little more alive.   

<ayime> I think she's saying "Ay I'm E"! Hey, that's right!

I’ve finally figured out

why I love autumn.

When the days get shorter

and the leaves start to change,

time feels less slippery.

We’ve made it out of Marchgustuary.

The world is still spinning.

No longer are we stuck inside

by necessity,

terrified of the virus in our midst.

Now, we are hibernating,

seeking warmth, community, and shelter

from the dark evenings

and pounding rain.

We cluster close together,

in spirit, if not in body,

and wrap ourselves in blankets,

and cradle hot mugs of tea in our hands.

We’ll make it through this

together.

I wrote a poem about autumn a couple weeks ago, can I stiil enter it?

Also, @Kitten, I love your poem! It makes me feel all warm and comforted. Great job!

My CAPTCHA, Roxy Foxy, says pocio. According to Google, that translates to potion. You said a word! Well, sorta. But still. *throws confetti*

I've never liked autumn.

"It's my favorite season" she said,

as I looked out on the wet road under a dreary sky and dull, dead leaves.

"It's my favorite season" she said,

as summer ends and the life is sucked out of us as we turn back our heads to books with lines and lines of gibberish, 

When I thought of autumn, I thought of death, and wet, colors fading brown.

"It's my favorite season" she said,

Suddenly I look up and the trees are beautiful, the leaves take on shades of red, orange and yellow. That isn't enough, but then...

I remember pumpkins and chilly night air whispering to me the haunt of the dead, 

And whispering under my breath,

"It might be my favorite season" I said.

I still don't like school lol

Awesomesauce! Here it is!

I wrote this poem because I was inspired by Bluebird's entry on the poetry thread about dreaming about summer (back in 2017), and I was SO looking forward to fall I just had to write a poem about it. It's not as good as hers, but I think it's good enough. Critique is totally welcome!

Autumn

I’m dreaming of autumn,

of thick wool sweaters

and tall piles of leaves.

of Thanksgiving dinner, 

with stuffing

and sweet potatoes,

and classic pumpkin pie.

I’m dreaming of maple syrup

swirling and tumbling

down buttery pancakes

on a chilly morning,

and of pumpkin patches,

scattered hay bales,

and garlands of leaves,

of bundling up

in knitted scarves

and fur-lined boots.

I’m dreaming of pumpkin spice,

of hot chocolate

with whipped cream,

of pumpkin bread,

light and fluffy,

spiced like apple cider.

of nippy air

and chilly breezes

that make you snuggle down

into your sweater.

I’m dreaming of leaves like fireworks,

of being able to say

“Fall is in the air,” and

“Leaves are falling,

pumpkin spice is calling.”

I’m dreaming of autumn.