Poem: An Autumn Stroll

by Abby R.

A fall day such as this is rare
For as I walk I hear the sound
Of crisp leaves skittering across the ground
This mischievous autumn air
Entwines its fingers in my hair
Vibrant hues are all around
And cool refreshing scents abound
As I walk this trail without a care
Brittle trees whisper their woes
Small rodents scurry about
The Indian summer sun beats down
The chill air nips at my nose
As I continue this solitary route
I soak up these sights, and head back to town