It’s been a good run
Of late summer fun
But fall is creeping in
As I sit by my place
I start beginning to trace
Signs of the new season
As it begins
The breeze feels amazing
The leaves’ colors are changing
Then finding their way
To the ground
The nights are much colder
The moon’s shine is bolder
Its reflection not making a sound
The stars glimmer bright
On Halloween night
Reflecting their light
On the ground
The birds are alert
I can hear their sharp chirps
As they fly, I don’t know
Where they’re bound
It just seems to me that
These things were meant
To be as our world keeps
Spinning around
That big beautiful sun
That gave us so much
Summer fun before the
Fall season was found
When fall comes it isn’t too hard to find. It can be found in the cool breeze, the bright oranges, reds, and yellows of leaves changing colors, and the smells of foliage or pumpkin spice. It’s a magical season to spend with family and/or friends.
“The breeze feels amazing, the leaves’ colors are changing, then finding their way to the ground. The birds are alert, I can hear their sharp chirps. As they fly, I don’t know where they’re bound”
-Noah Brod Farber
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- The author’s poem in his journal, with the doodles that come with it.
I’m totally objective and I think this poem is BRILLIANT!
Beautiful! Bubbe must be kvelling!
What a fun, Fall poem. I can see the colors changing and full moon over the campfire, as I read your poem. Your grandmother’s will now have stiff competition, with a new poet in the family!
Michelle