I Love Autumn Leaves

Traipsing
Through
Swishy
Autumn leaves
Carpet
Of crunch
Squirrels
Busy critters
Ignore
My presence
Warm wind blows, blows
Sun is trying
To push away
Thoughts
Of
Winter
Coming
Too too soon

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jetpack

Reading this and I imagine the last of indian summer's warmth on my cheek and the earthy aromas of falls last breath as winters cold comes to put earth to bed for its long slumber.

PoetryNEmotion · F

Hi, Jet. You put it so well, my friend! *beams at you* Course you have a poet in you too. :)