If these woods were a bakery, the bread baked here would smell of crunching leaves

 

Leftover leaves

 

From the Fall, months ago

 

Covered in snow

 

Then revived with the Spring sunshine

 

The snow melted

 

And the rain came and went

 

Now the leaves crunch again

 

Leaving their warm, wooded bakery-scent

 

anthony forrest