Promptly Poetry Entries (6/20 - 6/21)

Fall

from ‘ember to ‘ember
fire falling from the sky

extinguished by the cold
leaves scuttle along the sidewalk
(the wind is such a scold)
mutter against season’s clock

(clearing the pavement like a broom
chasing the tree’s litter, red and gold)

leaves huddle in corners, find no warmth
fugitives backed up against the wall
the world must be transformed
summer’s glory must fall


Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" 

For this weeks' poem,
write about Autumn.

Line Count: Minimum 12 lines
Form: Any, poet's choice