Today's poem marks the last in my series of poems for National Poetry Month in promotion of my new poetry book, Rain in December. Some of my readers, if you've been here for a while, might recognize it -- I posted this poem on the blog a long time ago. Since sharing it, I've added and completed it for publication in my book. I hope you all enjoy this new look at a previous work.
What is your favorite season?
The weather of fall is beautiful,
Glorious and bright but
Chilling and crisp.
The colors of fall are brilliant,
Red and orange and
Brown and purple.
Fall is the worst season of the year.
Fall is a season of goodbyes, of packing and
Labeling and stacking boxes.
Fall is a season of tears and uncertainty
Fall is the best season of the year.
Fall is a season of hellos, of fresh starts
And budding friendships and newness.
Fall is a season of beginnings and starting over
Fall was the worst season of that year.
Fall was the season of goodbye parties, of sorting
And cleaning and leaving.
Fall was the season of tears and uncertainty
Fall was the best season of that year.
Fall was the season of clean starts, of meeting
And growing and learning.
Fall was the season of beginnings and starting over
Fall was the best season of this year.
Fall was the season I fell in love.
Summer was the season I broke his heart.
Fall was the season I fell apart.
I don’t talk about it.
Fall is hopeful, new and fresh.
I breathe in the scent of unfamiliar pine
And breathe out the pain of the past.
Fall is once again the season of new beginnings,
And I plan to make this one worth it.
A note to fellow bloggers: my blogger-friend Kate at majesticgoldenrose is planning to start a new blog chain, and she would love for you to be involved! She's hosting a video-chat Q&A for anyone interested at 2:30 EST, Sunday, May 17 at this link. For more information, check out this flyer.