Since it’s officially fall, I thought I’d write a poem about something which is fall-like. Though we aren’t really in scarf weather where I live, yet!


Image from WikiMedia by Tony Hisgett.


Wrapped Up


Fabric wisps fashionably draped are in season year round,

but a cozy knit waits for crisper air,

flames leaves fluttering to mound

in piles raked high,

ever-present pumpkin spice, hot cider, and pies.

As autumn dims to winter, the branches stretch bare

to the ice gray sky,

the warmest wools snuggle noses and tuck into coats,

and people hurry through the chill,

all wrapped up.




About Caitlin Stern

I have a MA in English, and have so many fantasy/urban fantasy WIPs it's not even funny. I'm an avid reader of science fiction, fantasy, mystery, romance, biography, fiction, and anything else that catches my interest. I collect books, and bookmarks I find that are visually appealing and useful.

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