I love the parchment scent of autumn
foliage tumbling to the ground–
whirling, lifting, showering, flitting
branch to branch, and reeling round.
Hint of smoke and whiff of spice
crackling, curling, crisping piles;
shuffle through and rake and jump–
the stuff of autumn children’s smiles.
Fading life is underfoot
trampled into leafy shards
feeding Earth and clothing seeds
preparing verdant, budding yards.
In tang and swirl and howling gust,
God prepares earth for winter’s hush.