Sweaters, raking, planning.
Checking, just us, airborne.
Big brothers, laughing, connecting.
Picking twigs out of long ponytails.
Auburn, gold, melon.
Confetti drips from gnarled branches.
Wedding shoes shuffle through it.
Hopeful fingers entwined.
Smiles, giggles, chatter.
Inviting, open, willing.
Scooping, holding, ready.
One, two, three…GO.
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This post was written for Write on Edge’s RemembeRED memoir writing prompt.
The prompt went like this:
For you, what does autumn evoke?
Word limit is 300.
I have so much to say, so much I feel, that I had to keep it short.
So I’m talking about my love of trees. How their changing leaves have always pulled my eye, reminding me that transformations, changes, are always possible.
Fallen leaves were something that drew my brothers and I together in a household that wasn’t one that encouraged such silliness.
They padded our footsteps when the most devastatingly handsome man in the world took my hand for good.
And just the other day, the kids made their own leaf pile to pull me into. Reminding me of how something so simple can bring people together.