I awake to the aroma of fresh apple pie, which makes me rise from my nightly lie.
I walk out into the autumn air, the wind blowing into my curly hair.
The outside world smells of pumpkin spice, and the faint coolness of winter ice.
The colored leaves are bright, filling the trees in a whirlwind of light.
I smile very wide, as I see the neighbor kids play the game in which you hide.
My cinnamon roll makes my mouth take
a bite, sending my taste buds soaring
like a kite.
As I make my way to the mall, I think how much I love the season of fall.
I walk out into the autumn air, the wind blowing into my curly hair.
The outside world smells of pumpkin spice, and the faint coolness of winter ice.
The colored leaves are bright, filling the trees in a whirlwind of light.
I smile very wide, as I see the neighbor kids play the game in which you hide.
My cinnamon roll makes my mouth take
a bite, sending my taste buds soaring
like a kite.
As I make my way to the mall, I think how much I love the season of fall.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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