Fall Musings October 21, 2014

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Today I am submitting a couple of poems written last week. The first, Idle Autumn, I wrote drafts of with my class while we sat outside on a warm autumn afternoon writing about fall. It went through several revisions and was completed on a plane ride to a wedding in South Carolina. The second, Cirrus Mist, was inspired by watching the sun rise on that same plane flight. I think they could both use some work, but I like them well enough for now. Cheers!

Idle Autumn

I may not cut the grass again

Although it’s predominantly green.

The garden’s skeletal stalks droop

After the best harvest I’ve ever seen.

Leaves garnish the tress in the yard

But enough swirl around to rake.

What chores remain outstanding

At winter’s first snowflake?

Cirrus Mist

The cirrus mist at 36,000 feet

Glows red

Then orange

Inviting me to drag my feet

And create swirling eddies as we pass by.

The grid of squares and circles far below

Is a patchwork quilt of muted color,

Waiting for the sun

To break the fall chill.

Sunlight streams through the window

Warming my chest.

Taken from my seat on the plane!