Poem for Fall

The leaves up North turn brilliant orange, red and gold.
Down here, everything just turns grey and desolate as the rain
comes
down
slow.
The fast pace and the millions of people
Crowded together
Living and eating
Their consolation of excellent cuisine.

The South has shiny, luminescent beach days when the sand
Strikes a pose for the Sun's bright pictures.
There is no one at the beach except
Those from up there
Where
It's too cold to breathe.
Fall arrives as the respite from storms
And desperate measures
To keep the roof
From collapsing.

New York and Miami are those cities
Where everyone arrives
But when they make it
They leave to their suburbs
Where the streets
Are more forgiving
And clean.
Here
there is a semblance of order
The police tend to be around all
The time
Like victims of circumstance
Who can't seem to escape
The trauma.

I will stay forever in the garden
Growing tomatoes in the shadow
Of the hundred year old oak
Amidst the weeds and the tiny
Butterflies who are
Just
Like me.
Free.


2 thoughts on “Poem for Fall

  1. I like the comparisons between up north and here, the beach description and the references to the 100 year old oak and the butterflies.

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    1. Thank you for your comment. I love butterflies. Or “flutterbys”.😉

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