My Childhood Autumn

Written by: Katie Telling

Cool air and fading sunshine,
hard cracked ground and 
brown grass wilting,
warm colors spreading 
through the trees like wildfires,
painting leaves golden hues 
of red and orange.
The air is crisp and calm,
absorbing the scents and sounds 
of a quieter season,
as birds slowly stop singing
and the summer cicadas' penetrating, 
rhythmic mating calls fade...
Nothing beats coming back
 to the home of my childhood 
and feeling autumn the same way 
I did as a little girl.