Sensual Season
Crisp morning air
brushes my skin;
blazing colors
dazzle the landscape;
earth-toned leaves
crunch beneath my feet
releasing their smoky scent;
my mouth waters for steaming cider
and campfire-toasted marshmallows.
Sensual Season
Crisp morning air
brushes my skin;
blazing colors
dazzle the landscape;
earth-toned leaves
crunch beneath my feet
releasing their smoky scent;
my mouth waters for steaming cider
and campfire-toasted marshmallows.
YES, love the poem!!
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Love the poem. Beautiful images (poem and photo). I still love the sound of leaves crunching beneath my feet.
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