Remains of the Fall

Remains of the Fall

A stand of birches

Waving in the wind

Tan tatters

Waving in the wind

Birch bark peeling

Waving in the wind

Shreds shivering

Waving in the wind

Remains of the Fall

Waving in the wind

Welcoming Winter

Flash Fiction: Autumn

Autumn

We hope to maintain life’s vibrant verdant greens

and rich reds, but death prevails. Beaten, we suck 

bitter amber liquid from glass bottles in honor of 

fallen comrades -- road dust on our worn-out boots, 

tanned arms and faces hard as leather, our dried 

corncob pipes cradle russet tobacco.

~~Ginger Hamilton Caudill