in every child’s favorite season,
the scorching sun’s fiery tang
yields to the caress
of a zephyr’s gentle sway
my synesthetic realm
each month a chromatic parade
a symphony of senses
awash in hues and flavors
september, a purple canvas
she is my birth month, a tapestry woven
with the sweetness of cake
and love in an envelope’s embrace
her air is soft and sweet
summer’s warmth still cradling
her leaves resplendent, aflame
radiant with verdant life
october, an orange slap
her honeyed warmth receding
replaced with his bitter gusts
and his tempest’s furious cry
scarecrows in ghastly plaid
clashing lines in chaotic disarray
fields of warty gourds
and hay’s pungent perfume
november, a respite of midnight blue
shadowed by the grief
of my grandpa’s loss
on my brother’s birthday
his tender breath, a poignant sigh
still kissed by melancholy
is soft and kind, filled with
bittersweet echoes of memories
as fall unfolds, a transition
from summer’s embrace to winter’s allure
i find my place in this unrhymed tapestry
a symphony of colors in harmonious fusion.
Posted in response to the challenge Fall: Writing.
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