We are 15, backs pressed to that oak tree in the park.

You try to teach me how to whistle using an acorn cap

but I'm laughing too hard to press my lips together.

You sip at your hot cocoa with that insufferable smile

and I drink my coffee, black and bitter,

clutching the mug with shaking hands.

You wrap an arm around me

and we sit like that for a while,

my head on your shoulder

as the leaves spiral down.

Watch the gloomy mist that falls upon the earth;

watch it fall like split timber.

gaze for just a seldem moment on this mist,

that eccompases my world and encircles

every field and every forest.

Not a sound is heard and yet there seems to be an echo,

A deeply rich echo of thought inside my head.

This is my time for deep and cold feeling questions,

that give me chills to think about.

everything in life falls down to a lower rung.

The rain creeps along the clouds planning its daring voyage.

Next, it drifts downard, slowly spireling like a dancer.

One day the sun will return to earth.

Its dazzling streaks will flood all the land,

he will establish his throne again, but not just yet.

We all know a kings greatest rise must sometimes

come after the fall.

Memories fading,

The future- my past,

Here shall I sleep

Well rested at last.

My soul to wander,

Alone, and at peace,

Through autumn evenings,

Past fading trees.

My tall oaken friends

Shed leaves, as if tears,

Barren in grief

When autumn fog clears.

The trees surround me

And vow to protect,

Against the heartache

Of life and regret.

Autumn lullabies,

They're singing at last,

Life fades with the trees

And drifts to the past.

The bright orange sun filtered through haze

The scent of ash and smoke

The stores stocked then sold out of air filters and purifiers

The constant text alerts and emergency warnings

The seasonal traffic of evacuees

The bug-out bags and overnight duffels stacked by the door

The check-in's of "I'm okay"

The check-in's of "Anyone got a place to stay?"

The sad eyes of dogs stuck inside

The grey soot smudged all over your car

The masks worn way before viruses and pandemics

The sense of community solidarity

The sense of community exhaustion

The people trying to stay

The people leaving for good

The insurance rep's info alerts and policy updates

The fire department's notices and helicopters flying

The volunteers assembled at fairgrounds and parking lots

They say California doesn't really have seasons

Well, it has one now

*Sorry - I know this one's a downer but they evacuated my peeps again last night and this is kinda the autumn state of mind I'm stuck in now : )

It's fall! And I'm falling hard.

From the inside out, you've unraveled my mind. Loosened me up, leaving all doubts behind

I'm falling apart, in the best way that could be. Falling in love with the idea of you and me.

Too soon to tell, if this love is true. But either way, I want to fall with you.

Autumn rain soaks me 

lovingly enveloping all that I can be

my umbrella opened reluctantly

#micropoetry #autumn #rhymes

i really, really, really like fall--

aside from the increase in sinus pain,

of course--

i really, really, really love crunchy leaves

(that i often have to fight the urge to eat, for some odd reason that i blame on the internet)

and the sky that is so very very very blue in the mornings

and the pink pink pink clouds with the birds flying south

and i really, really, really like wearing sweaters

i also love the colors of the leaves

and the crowds of butterflies that fly on through

and, sometimes, even the spiders:)

i really like the sun peeking over the roof

and even the storms

(though the pressure in my sinuses isn't all that great)

when they hit and turn the sky neon green

i also love halloween--

the costumes,

the candy,

the cheesy jokes,

and the kids that smile so wide when you give them candy--

i also love the fact that i get to use ORANGE in my bujo this month

and doodle cute ghosts with big eyes

i really like orange and red and yellow and brown and

I CANNOT WAIT

until the next season

where i get to be so so so so so excited about winter!!!!!!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh

i really, really, really like fall;

love it, even. :)

there's nothing like watching a tiny leaf,

go from green to brown.

filter through the shades of red,

wear a rustic, golden gown.

swim in circles gracefully

and settle on the ground,

covered in the crunchy markers

made for autumn sound.

and when a leaf dares to brave

the "bracing," "offset" cold,

the kind of chill that tucks you in

another lover's hold,

there will come a tender moment

when it chooses, "Free!",

but makes a home amongst the folds

of baby's fleecy sheets.

and as they gurgle,

giggle,

wiggle,

with tiny arms outstretched,

the leaf will float,

and flip,

and dote,

on Sarah's nice white dress.

With a flick, Sara's swish

will offset leafy's dance,

and to the floor will tumble in some

autumnal nonchalance.

and once again, the autumn spirit

doubles in romance,

as red and orange, brown and yellow,

fit pensive circumstance.

A pale-eyed goddess casts carmine light on my crimson desire

Hanging close enough to tempt and be tempted

Three strikes and my arm snatches the prey

Rotten promises squelch beneath my feet

Serpent and Eve live as one, happy with our prize

Blemished, yet alluring all the same

Teeth break the skin

Knowledge drips down my face

It’s intoxicating, so sweet and tart and crisp

Again

Again

Again

I strike and bite and pull flesh from its body

I’ve never tasted anything better

It’s over, yet I can’t stop

Sucking juices from it

Till the core slips through my fingers

Falling to the feet of its father

My sticky hands bear a guilty shine

Under the goddess’s all-seeing eye

Cottonwoods in autumn remind me of home. The leaves turn from green to a golden hue, half cling to the branches while the rest let go and fall to the ground, carpeting the forest floor. Wind blows, the trees sing, and a cranberry breeze passes by. I think of days spent racing the light, reaching the peak just in time to see termination dust on the tallest ones behind, and the fading orange glow of the sun setting to the west. Frost glistens on blueberry bushes in the morning, and I think of the time I dodged between bull moose chasing after the cows as I made my way to the ridge above the valley. A black bear darts across the trail in front of me and I think of the mom and two cubs hiding in the cottonwood tree that once watched me pass by. I like fall here too, but the cottonwoods always take me there.