The Autumn I Love
An aromatic whiff of evergreen
tickles my nose as I approach the woods.
And those scented breezes smell fresh and clean,
unlike the crowded city neighborhoods.
A pathway of pine needles and green moss
leads me to a grove of ancient oak trees.
And a chipmunk chides me like he's my boss,
upset that I come and go as I please.
I wade into a sea of crumbled leaves
that crackle and crunch with each step I take.
And watch bushy-tailed squirrels, nature's thieves,
raid winter stashes before the first snowflake.
While a murder of crows cawing above
seems apropos, for the Autumn I love.
(Sonnet)
10-20-2020
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