the scent of secrets
lingers and i crush dry leaves
consciously underfoot,
listening half afraid
to their whispers of what
the darkness might bring.
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the tenth muse 
absolutely loved it
The sense of something looming is effectively expressed in this short piece. I hear the ‘crushing’ sound so clearly. 😉
clicking, and taking a walk through your words.
I have a special love for tiny poems, and I love this one, especially. 🙂