Scents of Autumn


The air is thick with the scent of crisp leaves,

As nature exhales, and the earth gently weaves.

Pumpkin spice dances on the cool, brisk breeze,

A warm embrace wrapped in memories that please.


Woodsmoke curls upward, a cozy delight,

Whispers of bonfires that flicker at night.

Apples hang heavy, their sweetness divine,

Each bite a burst of harvest, a taste of sunshine.


Muffled aromas of cinnamon swirl,

In this fragrant tapestry, autumn unfurls.

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