FALL

by Betty Harwood

Her flamboyant spring is over

Still her brilliant colors excel

Now her radiance is on the ground

As testimony that fall fell

The season for me was too short

And I for one am sorry

But what a tribute to the Master’s plan

To end in a blaze of glory

I Fall

by Betty Harwood

A week of raking leaves

Still no end in sight

I fall into bed and

Dream about my plight

With blisters on my hand

And more blisters on my feet

Till a sudden gust of wind

I submit to defeat

Joyce Kilmer may never see

A poem as lovely as a tree

These goldarn maples

Sap my energy