The Joy of Walking on Crunchy Autumn Leaves

By Saywisely

1 min read Nov 5, 2024
That perfect crunch, a crisp reply,
Beneath a cool and hazy sky.
A symphony of snaps and rustles,
A workout for my walking muscles.

I go out of my way to find,
The driest patch that I can find.
A simple, pure, and golden sound,
On this most satisfying ground.

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