Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less using the word autumn
We are standing knee deep in the leaves from the Liquid Amber.
Over the weekend the autumn winds blew them every which way.
It’s a pretty sight to everyone but the cleaner whose heart sags surveying the scene.
It takes him weeks to rake them up and dispose of them.
With every breeze, he understands why Sisyphus was so frustrated.