Out of Season


The leaves turn brown and fall
For want of a quenching rain
Giving the appearance of an autumn
Come swiftly and unexpectedly.


It wasn't your season
To fall



















3 comments:

Rhissanna said...

I read this and thought, you're so right. Took the dog for a walk yesterday and there's leaves falling onto parched lawns. It's sad. I'm happy not to be roasting at 100 F, but I'm not ready for autumnal skies just yet.

Pretty poem, too. You're multi-talented!

Danni Baird @ Silo Hill Farm said...

Awesome writing! I feel the same. We're roasting here and when the hot winds come, they are not giving relief, just a reminder that things are dieing unseasonably early. Arggghhhh!

Donna Wilkes said...

Love the sentiment in this piece. It sounds as if there was something sad - I will keep you in my thoughts!