Off-the-cuff and prompted by Hank and John Green via their weekly newsletter (an utter delight and much-needed bright spot in my inbox these days).
I don’t usually try for poetry that rhymes or follows a specific meter pattern, but my love for the season and the particular seasonal gorgeousness of this particular day made me want to write something that hopefully evokes the senses and also reads something like a rejected Calvin and Hobbes poetry strip.
Autumn Days
I raise my mug towards my mouth
and toast the geese as they fly south
Skyward prayers that rise to meet them like the steam
Shrug into my favorite sweater
Oh! the chill becomes the weather
Gratitude for respite from the summer’s heat
School bells ring, the children learning
Something new to know, they’re yearning
Still hoping that this will not be on the test
Apple picking, pumpkin patches
Chopping wood with sharpened hatchets
Catch a hayride through the corn maze at the farm
Sunsets sooner than expected
Heavy blankets oft neglected
Until those fall evenings make their glad return
Rustling leaves stirred by cool breezes
Clouds o’er harvest moon that teases
Resplendent rest till the sun rises anew
Ash Hillary 