My Favorite Autumn

by Lady Blue

There is a tall oak tree in our backyard. In November and December when the weather turns chilly and cold, this tall tree starts to change its colors. Leaves become brown, yellow, and red. Then as the wind rushes through its branches, the tree drops its autumn colored leaves leaving behind bare twigs and sticks. When I sit at Mom's computer and look out of the window at this tree, I think of another Autumn that is my favorite. This Autumn, too, had browns, yellows, reds, and even some white. But the tall oak tree with its browns and reds cannot compare to the Autumn of another day. This Autumn's hues were so vibrant and lush that Mom took pictures and hung them on a wall in our house. This Autumn won awards, ribbons, and trophies. Some of these awards, too, hung on the wall. When Mom walks past these pictures, she touches them tenderly, lovingly. Remembering is hard, but she doesn't ever want to forget. I was not born yet when these pictures were taken, but everytime I pass them, I sigh and wish I had known this Autumn. She was one of Mom's favorites, this giver of love and affection, this graceful feline whose colors were a serenade to fall. This Autumn, this Autumn Serenade will always be my favorite.