Hello, and welcome! This is 15 Words or Less Poems, a low-pressure way to wake up your poetry brain (guidelines here), and I’m very glad you’re here.
One of the things that surprises me every fall is how maple trees don’t turn color all at once. Instead, one day while walking Jack, I’ll notice a splotch of brilliant orange. And a day or two later, maybe that whole side of the tree is orange. And so on. It’s amazing. Although I filtered the above image because I like filters, this IS really what the color distribution is.
This image makes me think of several things:
- my daughters’ various streaks of hair color over the years
- fall is trying to sneak up on summer
- summer is burning away
And here’s my first draft. This one fell out on my screen and felt right.
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS! (Title doesn’t count toward word count.)