Sometimes I feel like the leaves in the Fall. I go along being my normal Boring "green" self. Something happens: A word from a friend A Bible reading the hits my soul A dream at the just wake time And gradually my "green" fades Little by little Till My true colors show Now it's not always a pretty color Maybe it's a boring drab brown Or gray But maybe it's the vibrant orange Of being able to tell someone I love them Or the deep red of heartfelt peace Or a bright yellow of just being glad I'm alive. Sara Twining at Lakeshore Writers Group

 Fall ive been falling thru time im in a neubulous zone - maybe an episode of star trek -  i see streaks of  oranges n browns n smells of capfires n smores passing along thru the atmosphere i cant figure out how to cushion the landing i just keep falling n as they say its not the fall that kills u its the sudden stop

  Poem: Light and Darkness in Fall By Janet Stout  The red of apples and it's crisp fresh taste. Baked in dumplings pies and crisps are a great fall treat. The pallet waters as the taste of the treats goes down, down, down. The yellow, red and orange leaves changing on the autumn trees and, blowing in the breezes of a fall thunderstorm. As the rain beats against the windows and, the thunder rolls and the lightning flashes and cracks. Across an October storm cloud filled sky. The nightmares that wake us up when we have watched, listened to or read a scary tale. Makes the skin crawl and us jump in fright. Even in the midst of the nightmares. There is beauty all around us in the fall, fall, fall.

  Prompt: Write a poem about transformation inspired by the colors of fall.