More fall poetry? Yes, please! Here is a fun poem I wrote this year that celebrates the whispers of autumn in nature and reminds us to take a moment to enjoy the beauty around us. Let’s appreciate the simple joys of the season together!
If you avoid some poetry forms due to their complex rules, the cinquain (Sin-Kane) could be perfect for you! Today, I’m sharing a fall cinquain and the simple rules with the hope you’ll grab your Poetry Pop Journal and take this Poetry Pop Challenge to write one too.
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.
Announcing the arrival of my poetry book, Born of Orange Blossoms! This vibrant collection celebrates the beauty of nature’s cycles, with poems that capture the essence of each season. I’m so excited for you to experience it!
A Mask Poem is when you write from an object’s point of view (or a person other than yourself). Today I’m sharing a mask poem with a twist as the object plays a guessing game with the reader. Can you guess from whose point of view the poem is written before you get to the end?
Happy Fall! Today is the first day of fall and as leaves and temperatures drop, it’s time for us to get out our sweaters, eat pumpkin pie, and write fall poetry! Today I’m sharing the poem I wrote using the fall season as a verb. Enjoy this glorious season!
The other day, I went walking with a friend on a nearby trail, the colorful leaves crunching beneath our sneakers. We were talking about the beauty of fall, pointing out this and that as we went along. The thought of a poem in the form of “This and That” played on my mind. So, I went home and wrote this poem in simple rhyme.
Ah, autumn! As leaves and temperatures fall, it’s time for us to get out our sweaters, rake the leaves, and write fall poetry! I wrote this poem this morning (using the fall season as a verb) while the orange leaves of my Japanese maple waved to me from outside my window.
My sisters and I started a tradition long ago, which we call “gift of the day.” Since we live in different states, we pick up small gifts (a pair of socks, a dishtowel, etc.) for no reason and mail them at random times. They are little surprise reminders that say, “I’m thinking about you, and I love you.”
One day, years ago, I received a padded envelope from my sister Laurie. Inside was a small piece of wood, sanded and beautifully stained. I was perplexed! When I called and asked why she sent a piece of wood in the mail, she laughed and said, “It’s a Writer’s Block!”