Temperature set to auto-regulate
Soft comfy hoodies and flannel pajamas
Color saturation dialed up to eighty
Reds and oranges pepper a landscape
Where recently green reigned supreme
Highlighted with shades of crisp gold
igniting the imagination,tantalizing the eyes
࿐ ࿔*:・゚🍂🍃༄。°
The musk of autumn dances on the biting wind
acorns and cinnamon leap from
pumpkin rump to slashed gourd stem
Flitting up into the eerie black
silhouettes shift, on second glance
only boughs filled with rusting leaves
rustling in the whistling breeze
Showering down in a haze of
scented paper cutouts crunching in a
sweeping heap out of shedding trees
࿐ ࿔*:・゚🍂🍃༄。°
The children rosy cheekedly
Scream and leap to a false doom
Laughing as parents cheerily scoop them up
Breathe in the best days of the year
Before they trickle into frosty nights that
Bite at your nose and ears
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.




Comments (3)
This was so wonderful with cosy memories. Loved your poem!
Vivid imagery, I feel transported out of Spring & into Fall! Really like: “ Color saturation dialed up to eighty Reds and oranges pepper a landscape Where recently green reigned supreme”🤗
There's so much joy in these lines! I loved your poem.