Autumn

the changing season

   Florida doesn't have an autumn, we stay green for most of the year. There are no beautiful leaves to take photos of. The changes are minimal. It cools down just a little and we lose some of the humidity. There are fewer thunder storms, and more cold fronts moving through.  

   Down here it's either the wet season, or the dry season. Sure, some trees will drop their leaves during the dry season, but it isn't pretty. Most winters are mild, there is no ice or snow, no freezes, no sleet, nothing to suggest that it's late December, let alone indications that fall has arrived.

   This makes it a challenge to write poems about the season. I have to rely heavily on my imagination as well as ancient memories of seasons past.

Leaves

Wind
blowing
moving leaves
across the road
covering the ground.

Autumn colored leaves
red and orange
now faded
floating
down.

Soft
carpet
rustling loud
beneath my feet
I reach for my rake.

Trees reaching skyward
exposed branches
shivering
missing
clothes.

Change
occurs
intervals
marking seasons
soon winter will come.