Friday, October 25, 2019

On the Smell of Leaves

I gave my stamp of approval 
to the leaf
set her down
and moved on to the next
...I wish I could write the aroma
of a good fall leaf.

Better yet, if I could tell
the smell
of a hill
of freshly raked leaves.

Golden brown
earthen scent
fresh baked from each tree.

Rich, yet simple,
oak, yet maple,
hardy antique wooden smell
of childhood memories.

Full of life escaping
as they collectively breathe their last
sweet breath
to the ground below.

It's the bread of the season
that smooth
Grandfather autumn smell.

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