Having grown up in a small town in Pennsylvania, I have always had a deep love for the colors of autumn. My father even told me he pitied the man who died in the autumn because he missed all of that beauty. – Vixyy Fox

Wild is the music of the autumnal winds
Amongst the faded woods.

William Wordsworth

You might consider making your own TP icon to announce your story as such. Readers watch for this and will respond.

If you do to participate in the Thursday Prompt remember that is good form to read your fellow participants. If you wish to give a critique ask if the writer wishes one and then send it along in a private note.

Always remember: we are all writers together.

This week’s prompt is a phrase given to us by me: autumn