A late afternoon flickering
By Jonathan Fitch
Sept. 25, 2022
It was an early fall day better than any …
Wind breezing through aspens and cottons …
Full afternoon sun filtered through the leaves …
A visible flickering played with my senses …
I am aging faster than the trees around me …
The flickering continues behind my eyelids …
Autumn
By Baylee Wilde
Age 11
Autumn is here.
Outside my bedroom window a tree explodes with color.
Orange, yellow, the color of pumpkins.
Orange, yellow, the color of fire.
Leaves are on the ground, more every day.
Time to rake.
Time to jump in piles of leaves.
Then time to rake again.
The grass’s green is growing duller.
Some trees are bare, branches reaching out, hanging on to the last few leaves.
Autumn is here.
Autumn is stunning.
Winter is coming.