A Writing Exercise Inspired by #FALLFRENZY
Happy Saturday!
It’s getting brisk out there these days. But with the sun shining, the colors changing, and the pumpkins spicing, I’m still holding on.
That brings me to today’s newest little writing piece I’d like to share. My last post consisted of a Fall themed “poem” I wrote for the kidlit community’s #FallWritingFrenzy writing challenge : a 200 word or less writing piece for a younger audience, as a result of a photograph of our choice from the Fall themed ones provided by the contest creators.
Co-creator Kaitlyn Sanchez (Twitter @ KaitlynLeann17) has since inspired another fun challenge – flip your piece on it’s head…
My main character was YOU. It was how individuals travel down the road of Fall, and all the experiences we encounter. It was about the ups and downs of the changing seasons, and how we must all have our falls to have our springs. To everything there is a season, right?
In order to flip my UNLESS YOU FALL poem, I wanted to tell it from Fall’s point of view. Here, Fall is the main character, speaking to YOU, now. Have a read, then get out in that beautiful sun today. Soak it up and spice it up while you can. And if where you are, the sun isn’t currently shining, the colors aren’t painting, and the pumpkin isn’t spicing….don’t fret. You can’t have Spring unless you Fall.
FOLLOWING FALL:
A “Flipping Fall” Writing Challenge
They never like when Summer leaves
But they don’t mind me.
They welcome me
like a soft wind
with open limbs.
They like what I blow in.
They walk with me
on the winding road
splashed with color.
Crisp Sunrises
Apples to pick
Pumpkins to find
Footballs to kick
Fires to light
that shine on shared stories
and toast toes and marshmallows.
Brisk mornings
spiced with lattes
that give way to warm afternoon sun
and hot evening cocoa.
They like what I bring
to their schedules
and their wardrobes.
Cute boots
cozy scarfs
in shades of cinnamon and clove
accessorize their lives.
Lives that are changing
with the seasons
budding like the mums
spinning like the webs
turning like the leaves.
They trick or treat
and gather with friends,
thankful and full.
They don’t mind me.
But one bad apple,
the first frigid morning that never warms,
the last of the daylight that creeps in too early
means there’s something coming…
something colder
bolder
slower
longer
stronger.
They never like when I leave.