Fresh Breath of Leaves

I feel a newness in the trees, in the earth, even in the sky itself
My nose is tickled with the cinnamon scent that goes spelunking in the neighborhood
Some things are simply meant to be taken in
Others are meant to be given
The autumn is giving me a greeting card
And the question is whether I will treasure it or not

 K-Minty

And It Continues

Excuse my lack of words and blame it on NaNo.