Some time back I had posted some of my poems. I mentioned I had hoped they would inspire me to write more poems. So here is my first attempt since my late teens or early twenties at writing pottery. I do not believe Billy Collins nor Maya Angelou have anything to worry about. Enjoy!
The Season That Falls Into Night
Cool is the winds as its presence graces my face
But bright is the sun accompanying the same space
Unburdening the greens left in spite of tendrils of increasing brownReds and orange intertwine as leaves fall to the ground
Landing softly of the last of the green that once abound
Soon the colors will blend into grey
The next season of which is on its way
Things would be bleak when winter arrives if not for snow
And clear skies in which pollution does not blow
The new is laying dormant under the blanket of winter
Waiting oh very patiently to emerge front and center
New color and the twittering sounds of life
Await patiently for what comes after the season Falls into Night.
‡Poem by The Jagged Man (this blogs author).‡