Into fall’s hands

“Marvelous darling”

Called the old witch

Sitting on her doorstep

As I ran down the street

To find more red leaves

“Into fall’s hands we rest”

She murmured as I 

Ran back to show her

Three deep maroon maple leaves

I stared at the lovely

Colors

And imagined a world

Where magic existed.

“It does”

The old lady smiled.


This piece is inspired by the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge over at Go Dog Go Cafe. Photo by Jakob Owens on Unsplash

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