Autumn Leaves

I love this time of year. The colors, the smells, the tastes. Everything about autumn makes me happy. The leaves are one of my favorites. I love seeing the different colors of them before they fall. Of course, once they fall I like them a little less. But raking is not the worst chore in the world though. Here is a poem I wrote about autumn leaves.

Nature’s Great Actors

The leaves are changing

Like millions of little actors

Preparing for their next scene

They are changing

Do they know that the next scene is their death?

Like so many great actors before them

They shall fall, and die

While all around them watch their performance

In hushed awe and interest

They have prepared for this role

All Spring and Summer they have grown

Bearing fruit, nuts, seeds

And rehearsing their lines

They have endured much

And then, the triumphant costume change

All leading up to their opus performance

Their final performance

Late Start

Hello internet,

So, due to illness I am getting a late start on my blog, however I feel I should at least try and do this project. I use to write a poetry blog, and occasionally I still post poems to that one, but do to lack of time my posts have been seldom. I love poetry, both reading and writing it, and so it felt right to focus my blog on it. I think the best way to sum up this post is with a poem of my own.

Writing, when I should be Sleeping

I think of things inside my head

And write them down as they come to me

Free form,

Flowing,

Cascading onto paper

Like a waterfall of words and kinetic energy

Now they are there,

I breath and relax

It is two in the morning,

Another sleepless night of thought.

And now I lay back down,

Goodnight sweet words

No better friend or foe is found than poetry.