Such rich crisp sounds as I walk through Autumn leaves,
Crinkling under foot and cracking on the ground.
I can almost smell the aural potpourri
Swish, huff, shuttle; flutter shake, swoosh
Above my head, shivering together in the wind.
Rasp, rattle, hush; whistle rake, whoosh
Each acoustic color knelling in my ear.
And falling through the air, a leaf
Nov 6, 2009