Fall - That Time Poem by Thomas Plotz

Remember that time when it was fall for a little bit?

Before it sleeted snow and was freezing cold,

Leaves of hardy trees, turned colors of orange and crimson red;

While the summer-bird flew to warmer weather.

As I close my eyes, I still imagine you dancing in your summer dress,

Within the field of golden grass.

Twirling slowly, almost a Pirouette turn; and then stopping to look

Back at your mountain, as the sun sinks behind it.

Igniting the sky with pink and purple hews.

Of falls, sunset sky.

T. Plotz
Fall - That Time
25 October 2018