Rake Season
written by: Lisa H. Owens
@LisaHOwens
Green leaves transform into an explosion of color.
Autumn’s rainbows slowly fade—
drying, withering, blowing in the wind.
Dropping. Floating on a gentle breeze
toward upturned faces.
Windburned cheeks with Cheshire smiles
twirling into piles of crispy leaves.
Leaves, serving a purpose.
A soft place to land.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
The author enjoys the fall season so much, she named her daughter Autumn.
Growing up, my family moved around—a lot. I attended a total of nine schools-in six cities-in four states before my first year of college. My first attempts at writing became a series of short stories inspired by the antics involved in making those numerous moves—from north to south and east to west—with my oddball family. Two local newspapers picked them up; running one story per month in a humorous memoirs column for a couple of years and that had me hooked. I continued to write, entering contests and submitting stories to a popular local news blog. Most recently, I have completed my first book, a compilation of letters to my sister-in-law describing my first year as a new-hire flight attendant in Boston called, "Dear Melinda, How I Met Your Brother." Now the hard part, finding a publisher. I have two children (now in their 30's) and reside in North Texas with three rescue dogs and a WFH job as an environmental compliance manager. I am continuing to write part two of my book, Dear Melinda, How I Married Your Brother. You can read more of my work on my website - Lisa H. Owens.
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