My Autumn Poem in ASL

Deb Ann of Waving With My Deaf Hands has put the words of my poem into ASL. Thank you so much, Deb Ann! Your beautiful smile and signing add so much meaning to my words.

For those not fluent in ASL, here are the words again:

Autumn
The first leaves to fall
lay scattered on lawns and sidewalks
like sprinkles on cupcakes.

Posed on porches sit pumpkins
carved with crooked grins.

Robins gather in the yard
discussing their plans to fly
to places south.

The air is cooler
refreshing renewing
after the heat of summer.

Overcast days are heavy
with clouds like cotton
from the vitamin jar.

Nightfall comes sooner.
Morning light comes later.

Autumn is
the briefest interlude
before the midwestern winter.