What a beautiful snowy day yesterday! I can't believe it is only November :)

Incongruity

In spring they make

small splashes through the slush

and hopeful puddles.

In summer they slip

softly over warm grass

and rejoicing earth.

In autumn they bump

through skeletons of summer leaves

and frenzied wind.

In winter they leave

rounded swirls in pure snow

and frozen dirt.

Garbage cans.

- Savannah Liston

~Autumnal Poem~

Leaves drift like golden confetti,

Their skeletons rattling across concrete—

Celebrating the slow decline of summer, sun, and life.

Birds gather nervously, afraid to miss their

Pilgrimage towards that glowing star.

The sacrifice of burning leaves on alters to the sun

Stain the air with pungent, smoldering ashes.

Sunlight seeps through the brave remainder

Of yellowed leaves still clinging

To the memory of warmth.

Cornstalks crackle with icy ripeness.

The wind turns bitter, cold, and fierce,

A mocking reminder of things to come.

But let te snow and frost glory now

For we have the promise that

Green shall come again.

Savannah Liston