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The Smell of Deepest Autumn
The crunch of leaves beneath my feet,
Yellow-gold and thick-veined red dance towards the earth.
Into the woods I venture, away from the song of Summer,
Into the in-between world of Autumn
Where the heat of Summer still resonates, but is tempered by the chill of coming Winter.
The deep, dark earth is the home of worms,
Where white veins of fungus glimmer
And eyeless things crawl and hunt similarly blind prey.
Here and there, you can find their burrows,
The doorway to the mushroom-lit underground.
I walk between the Seasons, I traverse time,
And as I leave behind Summer and cross through the Autumn Hinterlands
To the Winter Land of Death, I breathe in the Smell of Deepest Autumn.
Bursts of red and orange, green fades to brown,
And I taste the coldness of the Season on my tongue.
Synaesthetic delight.
By Vylot Hart 07/02/12
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