My Autumn
When autumn came to your town, I came back
When autumn came to Springhill,
fallen leaves turned the colors
of harvest-time pumpkins
and ripe golden pears.
The trees stood naked and dry,
and the evening chill arrived
a little sooner each night.
When autumn came to your town,
I came back.
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I went to your door,
heard singing and laughing.
I thought it was the wind,
and I cursed the season.
The last blazing rays
of late September sun
lit up your front porch.
The brightness hurt my eyes;
I suddenly wanted to turn away.
I rang your doorbell instead,
exhaling softly as the door opened.
Your blue eyes stared
from the face of a tiny blonde being.
I felt the world wither around me,
wished the ground would swallow me,
and then you were there.
But your smile,
it didn’t matter anymore.
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Autumn came to Springhill,
and the crows rejoiced
as the green fields faded
and garden flowers grew tired.
Summer lovers parted
while crickets mourned.
Autumn came,
and I didn’t look back.
About the Creator
Heather Hagy
Stephen King fan (but not like Annie "I'm your #1 fan" Wilkes cuz I'm sane and she's not)
Horror/supernatural are my favorite writing genres
Wife to 1 and mom to 4 humans, 4 dogs, 6 cats, and a dragon
"Jaws" is the greatest movie ever
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