Fall Poem

Favorite Things About Fall

A descriptive poem about the transition from summer to fall. Describes what my version of fall is like.

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Autumn

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Published: October 3, 2017

I look outside my window and see the leaves
Changing color, one by one trickling to the ground.
Fall. It's in my grasp. My favorite season, the one I long for.
I take a deep breath. The crisp, cool, clean air tickles my nose.
I think back to when I was little, sitting in my grandma's kitchen, watching her bake.
The aroma of fresh apple pie wafting through the air.

My mind wanders off
To caramel apples with my mom.
The sweet, golden, caramel sticks to my lips
As the sour apple crunches in my mouth.

Then the image of a bonfire flashes into my mind.
Sitting with my sister on a teetering log,
Roasting marshmallows, watching them engulf in flames.
We bite into the s'more as the chocolate melts onto our bare hands.

My imagination deviates off to a hay ride.
The scratchy straw surrounds me
As I meander my way up through the maze of pumpkins.
All eyes are open to see who can spot the perfect one,
The one that we will take back home and make our own.

The once so near sight of summer has begun to fade.
Splashing waters have turned to cheering crowds at football games
And the giggles and screams
Of trick-or-treaters frolicking in the street.

My mind takes me back to reality,
And I look out my window once again.
Red, yellow, and orange hues flood my vision.
I can't help but smile
Because fall is finally here.

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