Fall is my favorite season. I wish it could be Fall for half the year and Winter for the other half. So, in honor of the gloriously beautiful and chilly weather, pumpkin-spiced everything, and leaves changing colors, I present to you one of my poems about this lovely season.

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“The Dance of Fall”

Fog drifts over English gravestones

encircling poets and priests, rich and poor

catching all alike into an Autumn waltz.

The dance circles on as fog slides up

ivied homes and humble vicarages

inviting one and all to present themselves

at the Court of Fall.

“The kingdom belongs to Queen Bess,” you say

but when Autumn’s dance begins

then Autumn’s King holds sway

and all who hear the call cannot resist

the weaving grace of fall’s foggy waltz.

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