Happy Fall! It’s the season of pumpkin spice, woolly sweaters, and autumn poetry! As the leaves turn to pretty hues of orange and gold, I find myself reflecting on the magic of this time of year. Today, I want to welcome the season with my poem, Fall Time Capsule, a tribute to the fleeting beauty of autumn, capturing the essence of connection, nostalgia, and the simple joys that fill our lives.

Fall Time Capsule

When nature builds a time capsule,
she leaves a cache of frog eggs
clinging to marsh marigolds.

She sprinkles wildflower seeds like confetti
and opens underground chambers
where ants can tunnel.

Before she snaps the capsule closed,
she sends bees to their hives
to form calm clusters of warmth.

With brittle fingers,
she scribbles a note across the gray sky,
"Do not open until spring."

©Danna Smith, Born of Orange Blossoms 2025. All rights reserved.

If you enjoyed this poem, you might like my poetry book of seasonal poems, Born of Orange Blossoms, which beautifully captures the essence of nature’s cycles and the emotions they evoke.

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