Swarthy & 'Fro

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Background

This poem was created in a scholarly setting.

Professor Name: Kate Sanchez

Educational Institution: Community College of Philadelphia

Grade: A (Passed)

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Synopsis

A young woman is sad that it is still hot during the time of supposed fall weather.

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Equinah remembers when she was a little girl, September’s fall came right on time

Like a grandfather gnome knitting sweater weather in a tree hole that is lit by cinnamon scented candles—just to give those wardrobes to local shops

But recently, when Equinah takes a stroll through her neighborhood—it is like the Sun birthed eight phoenixes who flies down onto Earth’s heaven to kettle the skies

Equinah remembers she would enter a local café named Seasoned Season and would never be late to order a hot pumpkin spice latte—to sit on a cushion spot at that shop and wrap herself in a fuzzy travel-sized blanket

But lately, Seasoned Seasons airs would feel hotter than the air conditioner—causing Equinah to quickly drink and brainfreeze herself into Pluto

as she walks on its surface with summer clothes on for eight Pluto days and eight Pluto nights 

Equinah remember when she took footsteps, she heard the sounds of leaves on the ground—each crunch crunch crunch 

crunch crunch crunch

crunch crunch crunch

Reminded her when her mom, whose name is Carda, would bake banana cardamom ginger snap cookies whose outside—when munched, would be crunchy crunchy crunchy

crunchy crunchy crunchy

crunchy crunchy crunchy—whilst the inside will be as soft as chocolate flavored clouds

But the leaves shout, “I don’t want to grow old” and the trees hum back “but you would get to be free and travel the world and your leaves will turn into cherry pie, sweet potato pie, lemon meringue pie, orange marmalade pie, and the American beautyberry pie—so why not age gracefully?”

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