Autumn in the Foothills

I adore more than anythingPaths blanketed in yellow leavesToo many trees for me to namePersimmon, fig, ginkgo, buckeyeAll varieties of maple Old brick fire station looks like it’sOn fire with autumn foliageThe church looks holier like thisAnd my heart sings a little bitAs I kick through seas of yellow Japanese maple colors changeEvery single shade…

The Anna

Trees Turned us intoAncient damaged redwoodsSet us aflame during a droughtFire resistance aged our youthful faces My love for him still evergreenAlthough he cut us downThe fall brings peace The Anna was a bit of a challenge to write 🙂 Post written for Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge-Trees and My Name Poetry Scavenger Hunt All photos…