Tis a Fine Saturday

Today, it snowed. Fluffy white flakes. And then I made some paper snow. And I thought how March sorta betrayed  us there with the last-minute snow and all...

But in then I ended up just watching each flake slowly dance on. 

Then a poem came to mind...

You know you want to hear it.

Come on. 

You know you do

I bet you're screaming inside right now.

Fine.

Here is a snowy day poem for y'all.

Our Dance

We spill slowly

From the smoky grey sky,

Like little ballerinas

With our own unique dance.

We fall so gracefully,

So quietly,

So peacefully.

We are shining stars

Woefully dropping from a winter sky.

But all dances have to come to an end,

And so does ours.

But before it does

We do one last twirl

And one last whirl

Before we end our little performance.

We then fall silently

Onto the ground

 Coating it in a soft white blanket,

As if tucking in

A sleepy earth.

Happy March Everyone!!!

the season of autumn

On this cold autumn night I thought of the beautiful season we have before us. I have written a poem and have taken a few pictures to express my feeling of the beautiful season of fall.

When I think of fall I think of frosty nights and warm fires,

I think of scary pumpkins and wistful ghosts,

 I think of falling leaves and corn mazes.

The smells of pumpkin pies and burning leaves waft through the crisp night air.

 All of the pumpkin patches and the Thanksgiving feasts swirl together in my mind to make one picture, fall.

 Fall, the season of tanks, the season of scary nights,

 and the season of color and thoughtfulness,

 the season of nights to remember.

 I adore the season of fall, and I look forward to it every year.