Gentle keening of tree frogs. Leaves crisp beneath my heavy feet. Rasping bales of straw as they scrunch and sink beneath my heft. The crisp chomp on an apple and the rhythmic ker-chump, ker-chump as it rolls between my teeth in sharp, wet slurps. A tractor puttering and sputtering as it yawns to life. These are the sounds of my autumn.
This was part of a writing exercise: write about autumn sounds.