Fall This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.


the metal rake rattled
asits teeth combed the
light brown grass

the fallen leaves waitedto
be scooped up
little by little
I piled them up tree-high, bynow
My hands were pierced with splinters

I climbed on the trunk of thetree and searched
For a branch over the pile
I spotted a limb stickingout.

I crouched on the branch like a bird
and planned my jump
Ileapt off
and glided through the air
landing in the leaves.
I had a goodfeeling in me
as I heard the leaves crackle.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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