A Rustic Leaf Fell To the Ground

There was a dear November long ago Tucked on the top shelf with my good stuff Along with the other fond sentiments Good books and pictures go hand in hand But that first Fall in college was a keepsake Now and then, I open that box I see graying skies over a football field And our losing season in the mud And a student juggling school, practice, and work I can say I bobbled that ball infamously bad Which mirrored the Portland weather I fished for nirvana, and the line snapped But I enjoyed that maiden voyage nonetheless The bonding with fellow students The first parties, dances, and romances That first Thanksgiving with my roomies family Yet for some reason, I remember less of school work And more of a pumpkin patch ... and a rustic leaf falling to the ground 11/07/22 November Poetry Contest Sponsor-Regina Mcintosh N/A