#fallpoem

[byalina]

Fall

It's the time of the year, I whispered to my skin

the leaves fall  from the tree only so that I can pick

I get to wear clothes tremendously, especially my peach tank outfit

The season where I get to wear clothes not too thick nor too thin

cold breeze air swifts my hair, wiping to my face

the boots, the cardigan, the coffee, the hat, the book, the candle

is all I will ever need

to spend my time with the Autumn, my fellow sis

-@byalina

[archive-pineconesarecrunchy]

It Comes in Waves 🌊🌻

Most things comes in waves

The seasons and seas

the cool spring breeze

Take a moment to relax

Maybe enjoy a face mask

Don’t think about any upcoming tasks

Take a deep breath, nice and slow

As you release letting the air go...

Close your eyes and imagine the skies

The sounds of nature in you space

instead of the city’s fast pace

take a moment to envision yourself swaying slowly with the breeze

by a field , the forest , or in the seas--take in the moment--you must seize

these short moments of life

that make you feel most at ease

[poetic-phoenix-blog]

How's it possible To know we are not alone And so many fall - And we've all given Our fullest selves to this life And fall in the end - How's it possible To welcome our own defeat Our children will to

[serenitygiftart]

Shakespeare Poem - The Song of the Witches - Fall Poem Print - Poetry Art - Autumn Poem - Halloween Art Print by DesignBohemian https://www.etsy.com/listing/1781992349/shakespeare-poem-the-song-of-the-witches?ref=rss&utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[nudeartpluspoetry]

"Autumn Movement," by Carl Sandburg

read by Hans Ostrom

[windy-skykicker]

HI:W HALLOWEEN 2020

[mariamar9712]

Otoño

Your trees begin to sway,

bringing your cold touch,

Our spirits walk along 

these many lonely roads.

Rest is up ahead. 

You say its home.

Where you serve me,

Hot Chocolate. Pan Dulce.

So warm, I feel it 

In my toes. So sweet, 

You lick your fingers. 

Todos caemos.

Our leaves turn to gold, 

Yellow, red, then old. 

Crispy and Crunchy, 

Strange feet turn you

Into dust

. 

We all fall at some point, 

The floor is who I trust. 

There is a question, I 

Tend to think of

When I’m looking up at 

You, tree.

 What color am I this fall?

How old was I when I was green? 

M.G.M. <09/26/19>

[littlegoldboat]

Western Fence Lizard. Still moment. Cool, succulent morning. Fall at last. #fallpoem #gardenhaiku #lagunabeachpoet #wessternfencelizard (at Gold Boat Journeys: Live. Write. Travel. Explore.)