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

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