By Shaylynn Hewitt
The smell of autumn fills the air
as the leaves fall and the birds fly south to stay warm as the temperature slowly drops.
The leaves crunch
under my feet
with each step that I take
The forest is calm
the trees singing as the wind rustles their leaves
Leaves that I rake into a pile
Not to bag and throw away
Because the leaves are anything but a nuisance
The leaves form a mountain that I jump into
over,
and over,
and over again
The sun sets early and the sky turns orange
Matching the auburn leaves that stick to the trees
The day ends and I sleep in my bed
Preparing to do it all again in the morning
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