The First Poem I Ever Wrote: "Fall Season" by Tiffany Kom

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Autumn sparks through my eyes, 

slivered fish dappled with light. 

I always keep coming back 

with fresh perspective to see a better sight. 

Summer slipped from my grasp 

and came down with a long sigh. 

They jump from the high eaves of 

green grass, baiting a wandering eye. 

These silken sleeves of leaves 

that batter the blue sky. Spring 

is not here long to stay. I caught 

a dandelion coming through 

the open window and sent it 

on its way.

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Q: What does this poem mean to you, Tiffany?

A: I wrote it when I was quite younger, and I've always loved the fall season. I was reading a lot of old poetry back then, so I wanted it to rhyme. Something about fall reminds me of things recurring, so it's nice that this fall I can come back to a poem I wrote in a fall a long time ago.