Autumn Walk
I walk
around the block, dwarfed
among balding maple giants
whose hair, crinkled and withered
tops rough and knotty skin.
I kick up
dusty piles and a smell
that makes me a little girl again . . .
with hand-me-down jacket and homemade scarf,
raking leaves into rows, neat and square
to build yet another leaf house
in the back yard after school.
What fall memories make you smile?
Memories of rolling down the hill in our yard into a huge leaf pile make me smile. Today, part of my annual fall "ritual" is buying mum plants and pumpkins to put on my porch. Autumn is by far my favorite time of year! I enjoyed your poetic reflections, Sarah!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Cheryl. I like fall the best, too . . . frosty mornings, pumpkins, mums, leaves falling in the breeze. And the return of familiar routines. All good!
DeleteGreat imagery... I hear it, feel it, see it, smell it . . . autumn.
ReplyDeleteBlessings, Jo Ann.
DeleteI remember crushing chestnut burrs with my shoes to open them to let the chestnuts out and walking into our underground cave filled with the smell of apples.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sandy. My grandmother had a chestnut tree in her yard. We collected them every year. That underground cave sounds intriguing!
DeleteCrackling leaves, stunning sunsets, huge harvest moons, and poetic imagery like yours, Sarah!
ReplyDeleteI hadn't thought about the harvest moons...but we've had some good ones this fall. Appreciate your encouragement, Patti...
DeleteI remember the big leaf piles we used to jump into as kids! Now I'm making more happy memories with my own kids as they enjoy the new-to-them delights of fall!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Julie! Seems to me one of the perks of being a parent is enjoying childhood from a different perspective! Enjoy multiplying the memories . . .
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