Summer slips slowly to yellows and reds.
Chokecherry trees scatter purple goodbyes.
Aspen leaves wither and crunch underfoot.
Mornings I find fallen leaves on the walkway.
Clouds cry cold tears that the season is changing.
I fall in love with my sweaters again.
Rakes replace hoses as flowers depart.
I’ll leave the leaves in a pile for now.
Chill winds will blow them to my neighbors’ yards.
inspired by:
published in Substack:
hi, Nolcha! 👋🏻
Just wanna let you know that this week's W3—hosted by our wonderful Sarah Whiley for the first time—is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2024/09/18/w3-prompt-125-weave-written-weekly/
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
Nolcha, your poem beautifully evokes the bittersweet transition of seasons with vivid imagery and a tender, nostalgic touch.
~David
Lovely imagery!
Very smooth list poem! If I hadn't known, I wouldn't have known! - murisopsis
This is beautiful, Nolcha! I especially like the line about sweaters :) -lynn