Monday, November 17, 2008

Snap, Crackle and Pop!

as she stepped on the pile of dry leaves,
she sighed with delight
as they
beneath her sneakered feet.

fall always made her so happy
because it was a feast for her senses,
jolting her through a labyrinth
of happy childhood memories
spent in piles of leaves and dancing with the zephyr.

she paused to breathe in the crisp air
tinged with the sweet smell of decay,
marveling that the death of another season
could smell so good.

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