The creepy old house smells like three-month-old kitty litter and rotting dumpster food.The night is cold, and the air in the run-down house even colder. Rachel takes another step down the hall. She ... [+]
Susan Lendroth's poem, "October Freefall," was originally published in Short Edition’s October '19 Rendez-Vous. Susan writes for adults and children, including picture books. She loves history, mystery and finding rhyme in unexpected subjects.
Who can walk today when leaves leapfrog across the boulevard and swirl recklessly round each passing car? My feet dance across the sidewalk, exploring invisible hopscotch trails like errant children, crunching gutter drifts in explosions of sap-dried skeletons of summer. Can't you feel it, the racing pulse of October?