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, 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. (Sonnet) 10-20-2020