It was mid-November, and fall had arrived. The rural landscape had fallen under its spell. Foliage showed off shades of red, gold, and orange. Crops of fruits and vegetables stood tall and proud after months of growth. At four o’clock, Farmer Peterson’s truck grumbled over the bridge overlooking his farm. Beyond the bridge, a creek ...

“You’re a witch!” Hawthorne holds her hands up. If it were anyone else, it would be a symbol of surrender. But from a witch, it’s a threat. Her eyes darted around desperately. “But I–” “But what? Did you poison the tea?” The knife shook in my hands. “No, I swear! I’ll leave; you’ll never see ...

The knife comes loose with a tug as I inspect the wall. There isn’t much damage, but it will need to be refinished. I’ll need to have dad cleanse the house when he gets back. Another chore. Another day. Downstairs in the kitchen, the poorly wrapped cake mix sits on the counter. I shove it ...

The dying sun and crisp air cast an orange glow upon the trees whose limbs turn bare, as they come apart with the fall breeze.   Stores are now filled with apple cider and cozy eats. Autumn is here and summer is chilled. Kids pick out their costumes for tricks and treats.   The fall ...

One afternoon in late October, autumn made its presence known in the English countryside for the quiet acts of dancing leaves and the chill of wind gusts. This subtle announcement signified the upcoming arrival of the harvest moon, an event that a tiny village overlooking a golden sea of wheat looked forward to every year. ...

To whom it may concern, Words unspoken with stories untold of kings and queens. Telling the highs and lows of history, captains of nations. Men with the darkest of hearts, others with souls of pure intentions. From George Washington and Abraham Lincoln to Jimmy Carter and Ronald Reagan. The Andrew Jackson and Andrew Johnsons to ...

nature softly starts to slumberover the coldness that winter bringsvibrant are the leaves yet stilleven before the winter chillmoans of the trees creaking bonesbrittle as they start to becomeeven before the world spinsrenewing the cycle of life

slowly the chill fills the airelegantly swapping the heat for coldpetals fall and leaves change colortender memories of years pastevening seems to arrive soonermarking the holidays to comebeneath the endless cycleenergy reserves start to shapereturning the world to the quiet

A poem to celebrate the changing of the seasons!

The roar of the school busand excitement of Pep rallies, Friday night footballin the chilly night air  nips at naked necks and fingertipsas Autumn whispers Promises ofKaleidoscope leaves which Dance and fallA carpet of fall colors reds, yellows, and brownsCrunching under feet Autumn delightsWith hopes of Pumpkin patchesFall festivities And haunted housesCostumes and trick-or-treat Autumn ...