I don’t know why
the sound
of the leaves
grown dead
on the ground
in the fall
makes a most
satisfying sound
underfoot
Left to choose
the cleared yard
or the leaf strewn
walk
I always go
straight for the
leaves
Crunch
Snap-crackle-pop
all-at-once
crumble, rumble
mumblin
there is something
so simply right
about this sound
of the earth
returning to itself
it makes my feet
happy and my ears
rejoice
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