Autumn Memories
the air is crisp and seeps through my sweater and a flannel shirt to cool my skin
the leaves are bursting into a riot of yellow, gold, orange, magenta, blood red
all there is to eat is mulled cider and pumpkin pie spiced with ginger, nutmeg, and cinnamon
when I was a child, my cat would start sleeping with me again,
instead of spending her night roaming, hunting mice in the cornfields
dry, crunchy leaves raked into mountains in which my brother and I would hide,
waiting for the low rumble of our mother’s car as she pulled into the driveway after work,
jumping up and showering leaves on her as her tired feet carried her down the walkway
the thick sweet smell of candle wax and pumpkin pulp
the flickering light of jack o’lanterns peeking out from neighbors yards in the black of night,
their serrated smiles…
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Thank you for reblogging my bit of prose for The Community Storyboard. That was very kind of you!
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