A Festival of Fall

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I took up the challenge this year to make a blog post every day. At first, it sounded like an easy task, but I soon discovered it more challenging than I ever imagined. For part of the year-long adventure, I explored different styles of poetry. I decided to revisit many of these styles in November. NaNoWriMo takes up most of my time during this month. Plus, the weather turns cold, making it hard to go on an adventure unless Rooster and I decide to visit our baby chick in New York City. Sometimes I get a hunger for the road. It is always an adventure when you experience A Festival of Fall.

A Festival of Fall

Fall comes a creeping,

With lacy leaves leaping,

Waltzing in a whirling wisp,

Agitated by autumn air cool and crisp.

Yellow, green, red, and gold,

Signaling weather wet and cold.

Vacant jig-jag jack-o-lantern faces,

Staring steadfastly from their front porch places.

As costume clad characters prance and parade,

Taking part in a one-night annual masquerade.

While farmers labor long in familiar fields,

Harvesting home the year’s plentiful yields.

Barns boisterous with corn and crops increased,

As we crowd into kitchens to prepare a Thanksgiving feast.

A time to ponder God’s favor and blessing,

And stuff our faces with turkey and dressing.

The smell of decaying leaves fill the air,

As they fall to the ground and are scattered everywhere.

A north wind begins to blow,

And soon we will see signs of snow,

Old Man Winter will come to call,

And make an end to the festival of fall.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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Published by henhouselady

I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

3 thoughts on “A Festival of Fall

  1. “Old Man Winter will come to call,

    And make an end to the festival of fall” 😀
    The fact that we will see both fall and winter again makes the whole thing less painful.
    Such an eloquently penned poem. Wonderful!! 👌

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