An aromatic whiff of evergreen
tickles my nose as I approach the woods,
with a cool crisp breeze that smells fresh and clean,
nothing like crowded city neighborhoods.
A pathway of pine needles and green moss
leads me to a grove of ancient oak trees
where a chipmunk chides me like he's my boss,
upset that I come and go as I please.
Wading into a sea of colored leaves
they crackle and crunch with each step I take
while watching bushy-tailed squirrels act like thieves,
stealing stashes before the first snowflake.
And a murder of crows cawing above
seems apropos for the Autumn I love.