My Love of Fall
Its strange how I have always loved the fall
Even as a child with schools threat so near
I yawn and watched as time slowed to a crawl
The suspension of freedom what I fear
The crunching of leaves is beckoning me
Only time of year decay smells so sweet
The scar I still have from scrapping my knee
From that piece of glass hidden in the street
No other time of year do monsters roam
Creeping down sidewalks, knocking at your door
Ghosts and ghouls and, oh look a garden gnome
Collecting treats and sweets till feet are sore
I know not why I love the Fall so much
Maybe its the calm before winters punch
10/04/2019
Fall Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor John Hamilton
|