Autumn's Changing Colors
Autumn's changing colors beckon me,
as I follow a spunky squirrel scampering into the woods.
Nature welcomes me as an old friend
that hadn't visited in a long while;
triggering a release of endorphins that fuel my smile.
My excursion gets noted by a jaunty woodpecker;
tapping out a distant drum roll, as I navigate
through a shifting sea of crisp, crunchy leaves, obscuring the trail.
The air feels nippy, chilled by a brisk breeze,
tickling scarlet, crimson, and cerise leaves;
till they laugh and fall from the trees.
A chatty chipmunk scolds me
as I trespass through its territory, paying it no heed.
And I smell the subtle, spicy scent of earth and decay
while I wander through Fall's tapestry of color,
woven with threads of yellow, amber, orange, and vermilion.
Autumn's beauty holds the power to heal the soul;
and Mother Nature is its custodian.
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