School started after Labor day each year.
Sixteen calendar days away from Fall.
Leaves turned red, orange, brown and disappeared.
Recess time the children played dodgeball.
*
Pumpkins ready for Halloween and pies.
Apple butter, hot bread wafted in air.
School homework with evening stars in the sky.
A road trip to the Clearfield County fair.
*
Bleachers for the Ted Mack amateur hour.
A coat or sweater for football weather.
A time, when landscapes look, feel rather dour.
Always, memories that we treasure.
*
Autumn paints earth its own unique colors.
Years later a season for true lovers.
About the Creator
Babs Iverson
Barbara J Iversen, also known as Babs Iverson, lives in Texas and loves her grandkids to the moon and back. After writing one story, she found that writing has many benefits especially during a pandemic and a Texas-size Arctic Blast.
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Expert insights and opinions
Arguments were carefully researched and presented
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
On-point and relevant
Writing reflected the title & theme
Keep reading
More stories from Babs Iverson and writers in Poets and other communities.
The Door’s Locked
Knock. Knock. Knock. Cherry stood in front of the accident: a lake hidden between tall whispering trees with a perfectly preserved old wooden dock. The lake, which had a local nickname, but wasn’t important enough for Cherry to remember, contained countless good memories; it washed over the area in a thick coat of paint: its hues ever-changing after every visitor. But that was its lie, and within that lie hid its true depths, the memories caged, and the number of bodies it had stored over its long life. Even Cherry couldn’t help but indulge, imagining a day when she would watch the stillness, soaking her feet in the stained water.
By K. Kocheryan6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Give the feeling of Autumn for sure ♥️
Awww, Autumn is a season for true lovers. That's so sweet. Loved your poem!
Delightful piece, from photo to last line. Well done.
Nicely written. Very in tune with the feel of the season.