Thursday, November 3, 2016

Fall Sneaks--By Diane Webster--United States

Fall Sneaks

Mornings sleep in longer
as darkness refuses to rise.
Geese honk overhead when residents
shuffle gravel to the newspaper box.
Grasshoppers cling to east-facing vines
while absorbing sunshine into cool bodies.
Along the river, leaves yellow first
in sporadic patches that drop
into the current always flowing
the path of least resistance.

Like Fall tiptoeing into days
like an abandoned cat slowly adopting
you as family by coming around
more and more with rubs and purrs
that eventually lands the cat a name
and a new home to curl up in
while frost melts off the metal roof.

Diane Webster grew up in Eastern Oregon before she moved to Colorado.  She enjoys drives in the mountains to view all the wildlife and scenery and takes amateur photographs.  Writing poetry provides a creative outlet exciting in images and phrases Diane thrives in.  Her work has appeared in The Hurricane Review, Eunoia Review, Illya's Honey, and other literary magazines.


  1. Diane, that you can describe grasshoppers makes me smile! I associate grasshoppers in my garden (space in community garden, Minneapolis) with that earthy, sagey, summer glorious olfactory sensation! your artistic description of a cat's domestic ascendance is perfect, thanks for sharing! this style of poetry enhances life, thank you.....James Marshall Goff (jim)

  2. Dear Diane,
    Your poem brings to mind my calico (Zara) who rubs against my trousers leaving her scent as if she now owns part of me. Love the entire piece.
    Blessings and appreciation for something special received through Fall Sneaks.

  3. Diane, you are able to bring the reader right into the scene with the brilliant way you wrote this piece. A lovely enjoyable poem. Aloha, Connie