These first days of school have been exhausting. Yet I am happy to be doing what I am meant to do. When I get home, I mindlessly scroll through my Facebook feed. I love posts that relax my brain, beautiful landscapes, quotes, flowers…
This one caught my eye. I haven’t seen these colors yet. Dianne Dempsey-Legnon posted this wistful message, “It’s almost here. Looking forward to the crunch of leaves under my feet, the crackle of a fireplace, and cinnamon in my hot tea.” Ah, yes! With all the back to school prep, I forgot that the season is changing. Fall will come.
In the comments, post a small poem inspired by the photo. Please comment on other writers with encouraging words.
Fall in the air
Margaret Simon, draft
makes me sneeze.
Mumbled through a cloth mask,
you say, Bless you
and mean it.
Reflections on the Teche 
I love it! Can’t wait for fall🎃
Funny! There are so many little things we say out of habit…took a pandemic to make us mean, “bless you.” yikes!
What is Fall?
Blue skies
cider spice
sun-dappled
tree paradise
This is what
Fall is made of
Lovely description of fall. Sun-dappled is a great description of these fall leaves. I’m ready.
Love your
“sun dappled
tree-paradise”
Bring her on…
Fall makes me sneeze too. Nice poem Margaret, and that “ Bless you” now has a fuller meaning from your linked article on sneezes. Thanks for carrying on with this prompt in the midsts of your teaching. We sure need downtime to unwind in—nature and art help me.
Here’s my response,
lattice patchwork of leaves
protect us as change seasons
and move inside
I’m missing a we will n my poem,
lattice patchwork of leaves
protect us as we change seasons
and move inside
It seems everyone likes fall. Sun-dappled and cider-spice – great fall images.
Here is my response-
yellow leaves
hanging on
to a blue sky
signaling change
reflecting hope
Your poem evoked the feeling many of us have about mumbling through our masks. I like how you responded to the image. My thoughts:
transparency
opens our eyes to autumn
sun-dappled dazzle