A Walk in Autumn
Brittle leaves crunch beneath my feet,
As I walk beneath trees of yellow and red.
The scent of rotting leaves is bittersweet,
As memories of Autumns past fill my head.
Fading birdsong echoes through out the trees,
And the skitching of scavengers fills the wood.
The pungent scent of decay rides the breeze,
Telling all that winter is coming, as it should.
Brooks babble to themselves and the wind sighs,
While streaks of red and orange decorate the sky,
Chill air announces the end of Summer, of her demise
Autumn steals the earth as summer says good-bye.
As always, earth turns, keeping time and secrets untold,
While the seasons in turn present their beauty for all to behold.
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