Fall's Beauty

This is a poem I wrote for an English assignment while I was in Clarion.

You are the symbol of decay and death

But there is beauty in your final breath.

Green changes to orange, yellow and brown.

There are reasons to smile as well as frown.

It may have a chill in the breeze that blows,

But that sweet smell of leaves brings comfort before it snows.

Swimsuits turn into sweaters, Iced lemonade to hot cider and tea.

You take him from lying under the stars to by a fire held tighter to me.

No more jumping into pools, but great big piles of leaves.

Getting candy by the bucket dressed as fairies and thieves.

 

You are the symbol of decay and death

But there is beauty in your final breath

Though all the leaves have fallen and the trees are bare

We all remember how pleasant it was to have you there.

The smell of the leaves is faint but still lingers

But the frost is setting in and nips at my nose and fingers

Sweaters are layered with coats and scarves, cocoa and coffee on hand

I’ll cuddle under a blanket, open a book while keeping off the fan

 

You are the symbol of death and decay

Your final breath has gone, though I wish you could have stayed