Once upon a time there was a girl named Amelia. Amelia was walking back from school all alone when suddenly she saw a girl, but the girl wasn't walking home. She took an unexpected turn to the unforgettable and then she started singing. She was a little girl all alone so Amelia decided to follow her.

Today I went to school and I saw my friends. I said we should meet up at the park. They all said “Sure!” So after school we met up at the park and I said “We should go into the woods, I heard there is some scary stuff there.” So we ran into the woods and ten minutes later we found the Westport River.

Hi, my name is Ryan, today is Saturday in Westport, Massachusetts. My Dad said we are going to rake the bright orange leaves into one big pile. I asked, “Can I invite some of my friends over after we rake the yard, so we can play in the leaves?” “You can only invite them if you clean all of the leaves up after,” Dad replied.

Ever since I was little I've always wondered two things about fall. First being how do leaves change color in the fall? And second, how do leaves fall off?

“Lily hurry up!” I called from the bottom of the stairs. “I don’t want to be late for the festival”. Lily rushed down the stairs, she was wearing a red long sweater over a red and white flannel shirt with jeans.

You can keep your vapid oak leaves

Vibrance gone before they leap

Tumble, wither, crack, crumble

Bittersweet decor takes center stage

Blossoms of disparate colors

Yellow, red, invasive baubles

Like a tree, we are composed of many growth rings.

Together, they form our human existence.

The present is that outer layer ~ the now.

However, we are built upon those many layers of the past.

The cling-clang of the wires up the aluminum masts of the yachts in the river fade away as we walk up Acoaxet Road. It’s morning, but already hot, and the softened tar of the street burns the soles of my bare feet as we are on our way to Elephant Rock Beach on the Atlantic.

Were the colors this vibrant

When I was getting ready for returning guests?

Planning meals..

Beds for sleeping...

Beds for returning perenials

This time of fire in the early evening sky

Summer has rolled up like the hay bales in the field

and is slipping out.