When the air is crisp,
with a chilly breeze,
fall puts a spell on me.
The leaves fall in a wisp,
as an artist weaves-
a portrait of the fiery sea.
Though, it’s not February,
love seeps through the air.
For all things spooky, and scary,
as we celebrate autumn without a care.
Bats fly above ours heads, as night-
falls, casting the stars a glow.
They are the land’s spooky light,
as we enjoy our time before the snow.
Posted in response to the challenge PAST CONTESTS: Fall '23: Writing.
Mountains made of icy sand,
The sun peers down onto the land.
A mirror casted upon the ground,
As winter silences every sound.
Whispers so cruel flood the news,
Filling many hearts with fear.
Some listen to only what they want to hear.
Their denial leaves a black and blue bruise.
Sitting in uncomfortable silence,
We wait for our problem to be solved.
Changing my habits, I hope and hope.
We have been given so much,
And we have taken so greedily.
Caring is beyond so many, it seems.
Comments
I am READY for spooky season
Same!! I cannot wait until it’s ‘officially’ spooky season!
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