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.
“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.