My autumn poem

I hear the leaves crunching in my hands like crunching bones.
I also hear crackling leaves when I stand on them.

I see the leaves falling off the trees.
I see purple and green and all kinds of colours!

I smell the autumn and the stinky leaves on the ground.
I also smell the fresh leaves.

I feel smooth leaves and even hard leaves.
I feel the red and purple and green and brown leaves.