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Fall
by Adrian CalhounCaught in-between.
Twilight caressing in a gentle embrace.
On the horizon, closing in fast,
silvery shadows of the moon dance.
Thundering as horses hooves,
racing wildly across the midnight prarie,
a distant freight train cries out.
The sun kisses the moon good-morning,
while the stars refuse to part ways.
Autumn has sprung,
and the leaves are falling all around.
A chill is in the air,
not quite here yet,
but its' presence is felt.
Soon the snow will be flying,
but for now,
we have wonderous beauty to behold. 10/16/2003 Posted on 11/01/2003
Copyright © 2025 Adrian Calhoun
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 11/02/03 at 11:41 AM ah, a wonderful place to be...right there at the brink...you describe it beautifully and I am jealous of the seasons that you have! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/02/03 at 11:02 PM Definitely feel the Fall in your poem. Senuous imagery points the way. Great read! |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/03/03 at 04:05 AM I have fallen for fall. Good one Adrian...Charlie |
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