Auburn

By Shaylynn Hewitt

The smell of autumn fills the air

as the leaves fall and the birds fly south to stay warm as the temperature slowly drops.

The leaves crunch

under my feet

with each step that I take

The forest is calm

the trees singing as the wind rustles their leaves

Leaves that I rake into a pile

Not to bag and throw away

Because the leaves are anything but a nuisance

The leaves form a mountain that I jump into

over,

and over,

and over again

The sun sets early and the sky turns orange

Matching the auburn leaves that stick to the trees

The day ends and I sleep in my bed

Preparing to do it all again in the morning