Feels Like Home

by Rawr-zombie

More poetry, I probably shouldn't post my own things on here, but I have no where else to put them.

I remember the woods of fall clearly.

It sounds off with crackling leaves, and the water that falls upon them after the rain, the

Drips sound like a subtle car crash.

It feels like home, the kind you read about in books. It's like branches punching through

stiff, leathery cloth.

Its color is a surrounding calico, with arms that reach over you in all directions.

It looks like heaven, with giants made of wood. And canopies that spread as vast as the

sea. While birds soar overhead, leaving feathery trophies.

It smells of damp air and sweet, salty cinnamon.

It tastes like bitter, sweet taffy that leaves the tiniest residue of fall, still drifting on

the tip of your tongue.

I remember being in the woods of fall.