Autumn Is My Special Time
written by: Anne G
Leaves turn
yellow – orange – red
then gently fall from lofty trees
preparing for a winter’s sleep
The morning air
turns crisp and cold
the days grow short
the nights grow long
Burgeoning crops
of ripened corn
an Indian Summer
harvest gold
Excitement builds
Octobers’ end
Jack-O-Lanterns
to prepare
Haystacks, pumpkins
black cats too
children’s laughter
Halloween
The hearth is readied
Winters’ near
tiny snowflakes
soon appear
Roasted turkey
pumpkin pie
friends and family
and good cheer
Autumn is
my
special
time
JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write?
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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