Scent of Autumn
Scent of Autumn
A scent of urgency carried on the wind
filled my nostrils with a whiff of a smell
I knew all to well, “Autumn was adrift.”
The trees, still green, didn’t fool me one bit
(chatter as they will in the breeze); I was attuned
to that crisp, paltry air carrying the portentous message.
Fall was on the hunt, and now the days
would flutter by like leaves on the wind,
and then a wisp of snow followed by a squall,
and winter would be here again.
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