amber leaves rain down on my head.
like tiny ballerinas,
the teeth of the rake
gnaw at them until they are in a
everywhere i look, there are
and burgundy leaves covering the ground like a thick carpet.
a cardinal swoops out a tree.
the beautiful crimson bird captures
making me stop and stare.
“i want to go first!” shouts drew.
“too late!” i respond, not giving him enough time to process my sentence before i take action.
i get a running start, and i
myself into the damp mountain.
the sour aroma of
leaves penetrates my nostrils.
a twig jams at my side;
itchy, gross bugs surround me,
but there is no place i’d rather be.
“wait for me!” drew whines; he plops down beside me, showering me in a wave of soppy leaves.
i would never tell him this, but i am glad i have him for a brother.
autumn wind rushes over me;
and freezes my nose.
rustic air fills my lungs;
it cools me, calms me,
i am totally relaxed.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.