Fall Decay

The decay of the leaves is a physical presence

 The smell of sweet rot invades the lungs

 and as brown spots take over the fallen pieces of sunshine

people coo in awe

It isn’t special

 it isn’t even very pretty

but still it is adored

Perhaps for being the end

or maybe for just being new

 It is a fresh start into a barren land

 that casts blinding shadows on what used to be

 I step on the leaf to hear it crunch

Reviews

[Patches I'm not so new..]

This is a very vivid poem I can picture the colours, the shadows. and I even heard the crunch of the leaf underfoot.
There is something melancoly about the autumn season but many poets (myself included) consider it the best time of the year.