Autumn

• Stephanie Biviano, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2021

A gentle breeze blew the red leaves through the neighbourhood,
Albert’s eyes shined as he was reminded of his childhood.
Visions of when he was young crossed his mind,
“The good old days”, the old man sighed.
Crisp leaves of every shade of red littered the ground,
Piled on the side streets, bundled in hundreds of mounds.
When Albert was young, he was quite the mischievous kind,
His neighbour, Ms Jones, despised him, for he was so unrefined.
Each day, she raked up the leaves outside her house,
While young Albert leapt on her piles and threw them all over her blouse.
He chuckled at the memory and gazed around the block,
As children rode their tricycles and drew on the paths with chalk.
The golden sun shone its rays onto the top of a tree,
While birds danced around in the warm glow, soaring free.
Their beautiful melody drew in the residents of the town,
They all smiled at one another, among the haze of red and brown.