Every

Every step

Is welcomed to the ground

With crunching of brown leaves

And gravel.

Every breath

Meets its owner

A bit chillier than the last

Refreshing.

Every glance

Leads to exploding color

Painted by an expert artist

And brought to life.

Every smell

Is perfect chilliness

Classic pumpkin

And resting forest.

I wasn't actually sure if the challenge was looking for a poem or not, but fall always feels like a poem, little bits of everything clashing together, so it felt a bit appropriate.