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

The Autumn I Love

An earthy smell with whiffs of evergreen greets my nose as I stroll through Autumn woods. And the 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, 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; steel from stashes before the first snowflake. And a murder of crows, cawing above: seems apropos, for the season I love.