Originally written for a creative journal on 9-20-06. The rules were: describe a favorite month, use third person, 3 similes, all 5 senses, and it must be 2-3 paragraphs. Besides deleting some words and adding a few I did not change much from what is written in my notebook.
The chill of a thousand autumns creeping up the steps of every house like a wandering cat on a bitter night. The shadows are longer, escaping the tree branches to cover the golden lawns with dark fingers. A crisp smell of old campfires and last used barbecues devours the summer scents. These are the first days of real fall, the days of October, when the days no longer have that lingering heat of summer.
Squirrels bound across every yard like fretting mothers, tucking away their nuts for the colder months. In the shadows of pine and burnt-red leaves they make their last errands while a flavor like pumpkin and apples spices float along shifting breezes. There was a wrinkle of leaves along the laws, a crinkle of drying leaves. The sound fades as the last lonely birds take flight and won’t be broken until the children arrive home from school to chat of future play dates and apple picking.
The fires are lit ,the candle flames dance like fiery ghosts, or what we imagine are ghosts. Families relax amid homework and sports to enjoy fresh baked breads and succulent meat. Orange becomes a hue, a tint, on everyone’s cheeks, to cover the world in a continuous sunset. and the most magical thing of all is the cold out there and the warmth growing inside.
These were always quick exercises and I think I would have gotten more into a Halloween mode. But, thinking about it, I was probably trying to capture everything but Halloween since that seems to be the focus of October.
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