by Kelly F. Barr
Fall comes in
With a chilly breeze;
I am enthralled by a ballet
Of dancing leaves.
Through leaves on the ground
Playful, busy squirrels scamper;
In my front yard, robins abound
Fueling their bodies as temps become damper.
Soon they’ll fly south and others will follow.
As the cold winds blow, less songs the birds sing
Will reach my ears as I stay warm; my heart a bit hollow,
Until robins and warm breezes return in the spring.
2 thoughts on “The Briskness of Fall by Kelly F. Barr”
Thanks Chris! Glad you like this poem and that it speaks to your heart!
Nice imagery. I, too, miss the robins and long for spring … already!
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