Falling Into Winter
The wind is whistling through the dead flower
For now all the insects have gone to sleep
Apples on the ground are becoming sour
Jumping in soggy leaves that are chin deep
Ceres just begins her months long sorrow
Her tears bring the seasons first icy rain
Eyes light up a snow day on the morrow
The floor is littered with Thomas the Train
I try to fool myself the shore so close
I can already smell the salty brine
When apple cinnamon reaches my nose
Shattering my dream calling me to dine
I bravely stare down winter's icy chill
That is as I look out the window sill
10/21/2019
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest
Sponsered by Emile Pinet
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