Fall Creeps In
Fall creeps in
sneakily, in colors of sunset.
Amber eyes watch,
Tucked in between
bouquets of green and gold,
in tune with September’s winding ivy,
twisting in final turn,
to the beat of a blanketing ocean breeze,
bidding bedtime to starry nights,
until suddenly, she is quiet like a snake
hunting seasons as its prey.
Fall creeps in,
Happy Wednesday Whims of Poetry,
By Celaine Charles
Categories: Thoughts on writing...