Sophie’s Fall
posted Friday November 8th, 2013
I spend so much time angsting — over the past, the present, the future.
But at the moment, not so much. As I type this, the temperature outside is perfect. And I’m outside in it. There are bubble lights and hot tea (that it’s barely cool enough for, but still) and I’m on my way to teach.
It’s fall. Not your version, perhaps, but if you ask me, an even better one — you can keep your messy leaves and shivering temperatures. I’ll take light sweaters, cowboy boots and the knowledge that it won’t be searing hot again for at least four months. (Okay, at least three.)
That’s my fall. Above: Sophie’s fall.
Her poem was hanging on the bulletin board when I showed up to volunteer in her class last week. It’s the only one that’s typed (because she struggles so much with handwriting) and some others might have fewer typos, but I got tingly when I read it.
Sheer poetry.
omg — i love all the same things sophie loves about fall. (almost — my mom doesn’t have a soft brown dress, but now i have a holiday gift idea. thanks, sophie! also, i’m not big on sweet drinks and hot chocolate sometimes burns my tongue but i always make an exception at luminaria). this poem is the best thing about my week. my favorite line: fall is handsome (and so is mike in his flannel shirts these chilly mornings). i LOVE fall, too!
Really- you and I are meant to be BFFs. Love fall- every pumpkin scented,leaf fluttered November-light-makes-the-best-skies,socially-acceptable-to-wear-the-same-sweater-daily bit of it! Charlie on the other hand, not as much of a fan of it. But let’s clink our hot-toddied- cups to it together!
Love, love, love her poem! Children writing poetry. sigh. in the fall. double sigh.
She has a wonderful way with words! What a beautiful poem!
This is a really inspiring poem. She is a really amazing young lady that I really wish I could meet in person.