Crimson colors call to me

Scarlet, yellow, orange

Heralding all of the great glory of change

Before they sail down to earth

Returning to whence they came.


Warm days, crisp nights

Great big blue skies

All providing contrast and depth

To this amazing transformational act

I find myself, gently falling for Fall.





One comment

  1. Robyn · September 24, 2014

    Lovely poem! Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all herald the “great glory of change” instead of always being so fearful of it?

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