Dried Autumn Leaves
As I walk on the woodland path
The present somehow meets the ancient past
Carefully entwined
Matured like a beautiful port and whiskey
As I crunch the dried autumn leaves beneath me
I find real beauty in the fruit trees
I smell the cold autumn air
I taste the bruised windfall apple
I taste the juicy tangy sweet apple
Walking along the uneven bare trees
As I crunch the dried autumn leaves beneath me
Toria
5/11/2021
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