Autumn by Deanna Addis

She walks briskly, moving with the wind. Her red and orange scarf flutters behind her like a flame. Her face is rosy and her expression thoughtful. She hugs a folder close to her, containing the work she has almost completed, the work she does every year. She walks toward me, slowing down. Her smile widens as she hands it all into my hands; her gentle whisper says 'It's your turn now, you may put out the fire...'