Fall On Me

Leaves have fallen upon the ground
As a cracking sound under thy feet
Yellow, orange and brown
Getting ready for the burn pile

While naked limbs appear
Rain and wind blowing them down
Large black bags await 
Gathering for Halloween

Then snow gathers upon branches
Bringing slipping roads
Cars without chains await a tow
Fall is just the start of a winter snow

A time I wish to be forgotten
Waiting for the sun to brighten
Now dark that time has time forgotten 
Asleep at six instead of eight 

Wanting and waiting for,
The Suns brightening my days  

Contest: Still-Life Autumn Scene
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Date Created: 12/09/2022

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Paula Goldsmith

Date: 12/29/2022 9:28:00 AM

Congratulations on your win. Your "Fall on Me" is a wonderful write. I remember doing over 100 large black bags of pretty leaves. (Each Year) Blessed/Healthy/Great New Year 2023............

Christuraj Alex

Date: 12/28/2022 9:23:00 PM

Great work. Congratulations!

Eve Roper

Date: 12/28/2022 5:40:00 PM

Bobby, your poem was full of imagery, I like the line. "Large black bags await Gathering for Halloween". Congratulations on your win. Many blessings to you

Gershon Wolf

Date: 12/10/2022 7:34:00 PM

Oh, those last two lines. We are truly the needy during these dark days....