Love Poem: The Autumn I Love
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Written by: Emile Pinet

The Autumn I Love

An aromatic whiff of evergreen greets my nose as I enter the Fall woods. And its scented breezes smell fresh and clean, unlike the stench of 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 it's my boss; upset, I can 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; steal from stashes before the first snowflake. And a murder of crows cawing above, seems apropos; for the Autumn, I love.