Poetry For Fall

The Autumn's Sunlight 

By: Julia Perkins 

 The Autumn's sunlight in which the plants would grow. 

pumpkins in their dirt mounds for carving by October. 

Ready for the rainy sounds. For their first blooms to show. 

The Fall's cool, crisp breeze tickling the trees. 

Changing colors, in a random batch of sunlight. 

Nothing better than candy by starlight. 

Costumes, candies, pumpkin rolls, cinnamon tea, and *so much more.* 

Fall Together 

By: *Serenity Stone* 

Leaves turning red before they go. 

Admitting defeat, they succumb to gravity's flow. 

The wind grabs their stems so they can dance 

towards the wilderness beyond. 

The whistling breeze with a pirouette of reds 

stops when they reach the land of the dead. 

With graves all around, 

the leaves shudder as they touch ground. 

All of a sudden, a ghost lends a hand 

and leads the leaves to gourd kind of friend. 

The reds fall 'round in a near perfect circle 

so as to hug a pumpkin, gutted and empty. 

Jack still manages a smirk, with his void insides, 

for he and the leaves know, as does the breeze. 

They know why the ghost has brought them together here, 

for Autumn is dearer still on the Night of Fear. 

"Halloween has come," the ghost does say, 

"so I hope you enjoy your time of play." 

We fall apart, then we die, 

but until then - we fall together with the sunrise...