Fall people are
The silhouette of the man
on the edge of the silhouette of the dock
holding a silhouette of a fishing pole
into a lake
full of pink and blue watercolors
that fell out of the box they were confined in
into a puddle.
The two people
in sweaters huddled
against each other
maybe for warmth
maybe for comfort
maybe we don't need a reason?
watching the lake
as the sun sets.
The bikers on the trail
how we exchange words
that unite us
despite the fact
that our strings of life
may cross just this once
we love the trails
and we love the leaves
and we love the chilly-not-quite-winter-but-blink-and-you'll-miss-this.
The babies in backpacks
on hiking trails
kicking their legs
a quarter as long as mine
waving their hands
the size of my palm
curls bouncing
like my baby ringlets used to.
They're fall people.
Posted in response to the challenge PAST CONTESTS: Autumn '24: Writing. See Award Winners and All Submissions.
Comments
This poem is so beautiful and true! Love this!!
Thank you!
Your welcome!
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