fall poem

Susie is learning about fall in preschool,
so we slow down to observe the changes too.
Our trees turn neon orange and yellow,
and small bright cranberry colored leaves
speckle the yard here and there (delight!).
Boxelder and lady bugs
hideout in our curtains and lampshades,
and wander the sliding glass doors in the sun.
Mums and pumpkins
squat on doorsteps and grocery store fronts,
and skeletons hang from shop ceilings
over bags of honeycrisp apples.
Our soup becomes witches’ brew,
and we are all ghosts (boo!).
What will you be?
In a blink there’s a chill in the shade,
and tiny snow pellets
bounce on our driveway and deck
in the early hours.
Pumpkin lattes become peppermint
and peak color falls to white.
We will keep slow and observe
with contented curiosity.


Yet he has not left himself without testimony: He has shown kindness by giving you rain from heaven and crops in their seasons; he provides you with plenty of food and fills your hearts with joy. – Acts 14:17

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