Opinion | An ode to fall on campus

Published by Annabelle Chipps, Date: October 17, 2022

As Pennsylvania air holds me in its embrace, 

I am greeted by leaves of orange, yellow, and red; 

The crisp autumn wind whips my pink-highlighted face, 

And I’m glad that today I chose to leave my bed;

The sun breaks through clouds and burrows gently in my skin, 

I watch as it bathes every hill until dripping with gold; 

I adjust the sleeves of the cashmere I’m in, 

And ponder why autumnal beauty never seems to get old; 

From the bricks of Old Main to the paths where I walk, 

I am thankful for fall in Slippery Rock.


The leaves show me a song when they crunch ‘neath my feet, 

Accompanied by a rustle-tinged breeze, 

With a bird-chirping chorus and woodfire beat, 

The perfect symphony to put me at ease; 

I delight in treats of sweet pumpkin and spiced apple flavor, 

They warm me through like a hug; 

These feelings are what I’ll remember to savor, 

Along with each plant, tree, rock and bug. 

In spite of my bias and qualms I may talk, 

I am thankful for Fall in Slippery Rock. 


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