FALLing out of love

I’m grateful for harvest yet weary of politics and COVID 19…

i’m falling out of love

with fall, that’s all…

a seasonal thing that

marks end of our fling

gorgeous colors nearly past

victims of wind’s chilly blast

old trees embarrassed to undress and

wheelbarrow shows oxidized distress

smoke from fire numbs my nose

garden hose lies stiffly froze

harvest moon wanes from full glow

day turns gray and threatens snow

my gloved fingers feel a tingle

much too soon for sleigh bells jingle

gathered crops leave dry fields bare

dusty roads don’t give a care

rejected pumpkin left to rot…

seems fall, after all, loves me not.

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. S. E. Emm
    Jan 03, 2021 @ 17:44:25

    Oxidized distress. Love that pairing of words!


  2. janicead
    Oct 19, 2020 @ 14:18:49

    What a nice though somewhat sad poem. Most of the trees still have their leaves in a dull green here in central Texas. I do miss the fall beauty of the Ozarks.


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