fall leaves
stepping down the sound scatters a brittle applause crunch and releases a scent of earth and smoke in russets and ochres and orange a stray green in the mix each a tiny echo of summer’s laughter folded into a crisp, quiet hush of the season’s last breath
As fall is my favorite time of year, I really loved this poem. There’s so many ways to sing about this season and how it affects us individually. Really enjoyed this one.
This is beautiful 😍