Poetry Friday: It’s Autumn Here in New England
The school year started exactly one month ago today (yes, I’m posting my Poetry Friday post an hour before it’s actually Friday). During that time I’ve been watching a small tree’s leaves change colors as I descend the stairs to the parking lot of my apartment building. For some reason, it caught my eye while it was still green on September 4th. And for some other reason, I have been watching this tree change color for the past month. Here’s my FIRST attempt at writing a free-verse poem about the tree. Personally, I think the poem is pretty awful, but it is, afterall, the first draft!