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Stepping out into the last of an August day, I hold onto the season
Darkness descends earlier now, but a few summer sounds remain
The delightful din of the peepers, the cheerful chirping of the crickets
Families roughhousing outside
Laughter and whooping lighting up the dusk
The sound of the Red Sox on the radio from the house next door
The lingering humidity, a heated quiet that is slowly giving way
To the rumble of school busses and children dressed in sweaters and sweatshirts
Amber sunsets which promise cool nights and mornings blessed with a chill
Wicker baskets ready for apple picking under brilliant foliage
Reminding us of the gifts from the changing of the seasons
The autumn aroma of crisp air and nighttime bonfires
Crackle, sizzle, roar
We ease the chill with cocoa for the young ones
And something that brings a glow to the cheeks
And fire to the belly for the older imbibers
We rejoice this ninth month as it births its third season
In all its wondrous glory and new beginnings
Inspired by Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday:
#FWF Free Write Friday: Fall Word Bank
foliage – amber – wicker – aroma – sweater – cocoa
Building A Life Of Hope 
I love your writing . You are using just enough words to give a clear picture of Fall.
Thank you so much! It is a wondrous season!
I agree!
Your words paint some very vivid pictures here. I can imagine your neighbourhood clearly.
AAh thank you! I was outside all day in the sunshine. Trying to enjoy the mowing… 🙂
Wonderful activities, smells and sounds of Autumn… beautifully done, Kim.
Many thanks! We were just speaking about going apple picking tonight! Great tradition for us.
That sounds lovely!
Wow each week you continue to pull me in. I really enjoy your work 🙂
I appreciate that my friend. 🙂 I am truly glad you enjoy my work. I LOVE to write!
It shows! Keep it up!
“We rejoice this ninth month as it births its third season …” Love it!! Great poem. … Dorothy 🙂
Yeah that line just popped in my head as I was writing! Glad you like it too!
Nice job Kim! The mixture of emotions as the seasons change captured in your writing.
Thanks to you both! As I write this my youngest son is sitting by the bonfire. After a day at the windy coast, the air has enough of a chill to qualify for some flames.
“Wicker baskets ready for apple picking under brilliant foliage
Reminding us of the gifts from the changing of the seasons
The autumn aroma of crisp air and nighttime bonfires
Crackle, sizzle, roar ”
I love that part! Oh how tantalizing your words are! Delicious read!!!
I really enjoyed writing it! After a tiring week at work, I was surprised as to how easily the words flowed. AND we are all going apple picking this weekend!!
I was outside with you – listening to children and the Sox game. Our foliage hasn’ t turned yet but the apples are ready. My favourite time of the year and I love how you gave birth to it in the 9th month. How clever! Crackle sizzle roar indeed. Great write.
Thank you Lesley! September can be a forgotten month. My oldest son calls it a month of transition and I have to agree!
Beautiful post and I enjoy the vividness of your poetry: It is like painting a picture with words.
Thank you Maria! This one is special to me as I wrote the first part on a hot August night in my journal. With the help of Kellie’s prompt, it all fell together nicely!