Autumn Preserves

Wearily she perched on a damp log at the bottom of the garden. The lawn was strewn with the gold and red of Autumn and the heavy mustiness of the end of the season.

Apples from the tree, once heavy with juice, now lay forgotten, nestled the grass, a white decay slowly eating them away.

It was still warm, given  the time of year, but she wrapped the crisp blue denim of her new jacket tight around her body, protecting it from the spoilage.

Beside her on the log was a tightly sealed jar of Autumn leaves. A collection of perfectly dry russet reminders.

They said that she would survive Autumn.

So she kept the Autumn alive in her jar.

Preserving herself.

(I was saving this one for the autumn…but I think it’s already here!)

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3 thoughts on “Autumn Preserves

  1. Mike says:

    A great story.
    Where there is hope there is life – let’s hope her jar of Autumn lasted a long time.
    An enjoyable read – thanks.

  2. bardessdmdenton says:

    Very nice, Susan. I love how this piece falls slowly to its ‘conclusion’, very subtly word-playing with the autumn metaphor.

    Excellent descriptive narrative here. I especially love:
    ‘Apples from the tree, once heavy with juice, now lay forgotten, nestled the grass, a white decay slowly eating them away.’
    and
    ‘So she kept the autumn alive in her jar.
    Preserving herself.’

    Also, thank you so much for choosing to follow my blog!

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