The dry dead leaves crackle under my feet

As I wander down the Autumn lane.

The subtle scent of the fall envelopes me in it's robust power

While the dull reds, yellows, and browns contrast sadly with the last hints of green.

The grey sky offers no warmth as the scent travels on a cool breeze.

The lonely leaves on the branches of empty trees escape,

And dance ghoulishly in the wind.

A few scattered leaves join in the dance around my feet.

I almost dance as I continue to walk, now in nature's rhythm.

The landscape changes with each pass of the wind even as the scent in the air intensifies.

The decaying leaves spice the air.

The fragrance defines, the spice, the dance, the colours and the crackle.

The scent of decaying leaves.