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Wrapped in Beauty
prose poetry
She arrives with splendor, colors of red, orange, yellow, and brown dot the landscape as she makes her way across the land.
She orders the weather to cool it down. No more 90-degree days, easier breathing. Just enough light and warmth to allow for sweaters, not heavy jackets and bundles of clothing.
She brings with her intriguing smells and tastes: pumpkin spice, bonfires, and wafts of homemade chocolate prepared for trick-or-treaters.
Her crowning day is my chosen birthday. People dressed as ghosts, goblins, and superheroes. While for several weeks before, you can hear screams from every horror house across the land. The crunching of leaves beneath feet exiting.
I welcome her as a season of change, forever asking what can I let go of in your presence? She wants me to ask: what no longer serves? More importantly, what I’m going to do about it?
When she leaves, I wait for her return, eager. Ready to face the cold season, having had my cup filled once again.
My prose poem for today is in response to Keeley Schroder’s prompt to write a poem about my favorite season. April prompts can be found here.
NancyO has a really beautiful set of haikus also celebrating the fall season for today’s prompt. Her post pushed me this morning as I wanted to cover the same topic with a bit of a different take.
Tagging a few challenge friends: Katie Michaelson Michael Rhodes Autistic Widower ("AJ") Randy Pulley Karen Schwartz Adrienne Beaumont. As always, if you’d like to be added to or removed from my list, please let me know. Feel free also to tag me in your posts.
