i love autumn. i love spring. these seasons are best but the best seasons always end soon. does that mean something? oh i don’t know. like i could make a corny cliche by comparing that to life.
In the fall the leaves change colors. It is beautiful though it means there are darker, colder more depressing days to come. I don;t actually hate autumn itself but I hate that it means winter is coming, It is sort of like the last supper. Sure the weather is crisp and refreshing and the world is a vibrant shock of beautiful colors but soon it will be a cold barren frozen wasteland.
olive green’s turn into brilliant hues of burning reds and golds
trees set ablaze by the single touch of a chilled breath
nature’s most spectacular finale before leaves shrivel, die an decay
autumns hues are natures hardest hue to hold
the warm days are slowly fading away. leaves are going from green to brown. the birds chirps are disappearing. it’s so sad, and yet, so peaceful. Autumn has come.
i love autumn its the best except its cold i wish it werent so cold in that time of year because its so beautiful and i would like to ejoy it more. ohh i wish it was warm in autumn becaus its fun to see the pretty colors of leaves
The summer’s end felt like death and the crunch of leaves beneath their feet sounded like the ticking of the countdown clock; so they held each other closely and whispered stories about the spring.
autumn just thinking about it makes me feel lazy. i just want to drink coffee and read a book. or stumble upon a site such as this one. pretty entertaining, but while your being timed sixty seconds seams so much longer. man time is subjective.
Autumn is crisp. Autumn is cool. It’s autumn now. Leaves are changing, falling, blushing. Thanksgiving is coming soon. Halloween was last week. I didn’t do much. Anyway. Autumn lasts for three months. It ends in November, I think. In New England, autumn leaves are very colorful. Another word for Autumn is fall. Autumn makes me happy. It’s cold, but it’s beautiful. It reminds me of warm things and forests and wood. Apple pie and Turkey and all the delicious harvest food.
the leaves cringe and break under my feet
i jump on them
trample them like the fears i want to defeat
every step i take is pronounced by the satisfying sound of the leaves
now don’t think i’m a bad person
killing poor innocent leaves for no reason
i’m simply a confused hopeless soul
presently convicted of treason
The colors change, you get a fresh start. Everything screams fun, cold, and interesting. Well to me at least it does. It is my favorite season, and I really enjoy playing in the leaves and walking around in just jeans and a sweater <3 :) $:
The autumn leaves float gently through the wind and just as they’re about to settle upon the ground, a strong gust sends them soaring into the crisp atmosphere of Fall.
The leaves turned, like poison in the ground causing them to die and lose their mirth and catch to the wind. The soil turned, a hard mass littered with dry leaves that have been poisoned by the seasons. The water grows cold while nothing else grows at all and the chill in the air reaches the bones.
Autumn has come. The wolves are circling the dying. And we are all falling like the leaves.
Autumn sat on the steps of the library, with the crisp ocher leaves twirling in graceful swirls around her. The book rested on her lap as she watched the world around her, and in that moment, with the cool wind playing with the tips of her hair, she was content.
The day was crisp and fresh and tasted of apple pie, everything a fall day should be. The leaves were strewn across the campus sidewalks just so, and everyone was beautiful, almost painfully so. It was as if she was seeing the whole world through new eyes. Him, though, him she’d always see with extreme clarity.
the breeze soothes me
the early winter cold hums in my throat
the sweaters are taken out of the closet
and into the wardrobe
the shorts are taken out of the wardrobe
and into the closet
worn cloth are on the arms
and legs
not like just days ago
when they were bare
(by the way, i am a kid myself, writing this!!!!!)
all the colours, all the feelings pass by everyone… we just see leaves, well i feel they’re lives every leave that falls upon your eyes… its a memorie that falls out a heart.
Brown, crunchy leaves. Wind. Rainclouds mixed with sunshine. Perfect temperature. Columbus day. Labor day. My birthday. September and October. Crisp, fresh air. Apple cider, apples, maple products. Woodsmoke.
Autumn is that time of year when the leaves fall from the trees and pattern the ground in colors, so many colors. It’s the time when things begin to die off and close up for the winter, but the recession of bright green is beautiful still.
cool leaves boring school sexy men parties meeting my bestfriend tarran <3 i love zach i think. autumn is weird, i like fall better its autumn and i think i like it. i dont know what to do right now. oh my god. umm woah.. just woah.
Autumn is a wonderful season; however, it is not as wonderful as summer. Autumn is exciting because everything is new. It is the start of a new school year. New friends are made and new experiences are to be had. Autumn is beauty.
j’aime l’autumn. y fait froid en autumn. les feuilles deviennent toutes colores. orange, vert, jaune, rouge, le rouge c’est a cause de la rouille je pense. et le jaune ca fait partie du vieillissement de la couleur.. je sais pas trop je devrais m’informer a propos de ca. en tk j’aime juste bcp l’autumn parce que ca sent super bon a chaques fois. yup
the golden hues that danced in the late afternoon light would soon change to glittery silver sparkles, as autumn would give way to the chill of winter.
Autumn reminds us that seasons change. The crisp air reminds us that some things must die in order to gain new life in the spring. Dying leaves are beautiful, remember.
the fall is the worst time of year for me. It’s dated back since I was a little kid. There were good things too- the leaves changing, going back to school with a new L.L.Bean backpack, figuring out which costume to don for Halloween. But all that aside, autumn is just not a great season for me.
autumn comes and leaves fall, twisting,turning as they reach the ground in ones and twos and sometimes threes but it is the one that catches my eye. Is it more than just a leaf? could it be a soul, something, someone, lost and forgotten and weathered and worn and falling, falling, falling looking for someone to catch him?
I never liked autumn as a word, but as a season I like it fine. I find the contrast between the opposing motifs of Spring and Fall play well off the Summer Vs. Winter contrast. Autumn gets in the way of that.
the fall is coming. the seasons are changing. the fact is…is that mind hasn’t. if our desires change with the season, do we grow? as individuals, as a society…as lovers. love was the process that drove me to madness and back. desire reconciles the seasons.
Kicking up the leaves, different colours, brown, yellow, golden, pulling out the winter jacket, boots and warm slippers, lighting a fire with the wood from the trees and starting to think about Christmas presents, watching the sky get darker earlier, regretting getting up in the dark, start of the cold sunny days, the days when cuppa’s are a godsend.
The colors of autumn make my heart sing. I live in the PNW now, but grew up in Central NY. I remember one stretch of Hwy 54 that was at least a mile of sugar maples. Sometimes I would have to just stop my car, get out and take in the magnificent view set afire by the descending sun.
The cold wind, feeling nippy against my chin, blew leaves all about the street. Colours rich as natures decay moved them through their short life time. Autumn, Splendid. Rich. Warm. Fragrant.
flutter,flutter flutter flutter sloooooooooooow dooooooooown time is stopping all around me leaves are fallin in sinchronised time barely whispering as they touch the ground
Autumn is Fall. Autumn is the season that it is right now. I’ve always wondered what my favorite season is because that’s a common question people ask, but I’ve never really decided… however, the other day I went back home to visit from college, and I discovered that I really do not like Autumn. It is my least favorite season; all of the leaves fall off and it leaves the world looking so empty. At least, that is what it did for my home…all the trees…leaves gone. It just looked so bare and depressing.
i love autumn. i love spring. these seasons are best but the best seasons always end soon. does that mean something? oh i don’t know. like i could make a corny cliche by comparing that to life.
In the fall the leaves change colors. It is beautiful though it means there are darker, colder more depressing days to come. I don;t actually hate autumn itself but I hate that it means winter is coming, It is sort of like the last supper. Sure the weather is crisp and refreshing and the world is a vibrant shock of beautiful colors but soon it will be a cold barren frozen wasteland.
olive green’s turn into brilliant hues of burning reds and golds
trees set ablaze by the single touch of a chilled breath
nature’s most spectacular finale before leaves shrivel, die an decay
autumns hues are natures hardest hue to hold
the warm days are slowly fading away. leaves are going from green to brown. the birds chirps are disappearing. it’s so sad, and yet, so peaceful. Autumn has come.
i love autumn its the best except its cold i wish it werent so cold in that time of year because its so beautiful and i would like to ejoy it more. ohh i wish it was warm in autumn becaus its fun to see the pretty colors of leaves
The summer’s end felt like death and the crunch of leaves beneath their feet sounded like the ticking of the countdown clock; so they held each other closely and whispered stories about the spring.
autumn probably my favorite season. there are so many leaves to step on and so many families get together for the last time of the yeahr
autumn just thinking about it makes me feel lazy. i just want to drink coffee and read a book. or stumble upon a site such as this one. pretty entertaining, but while your being timed sixty seconds seams so much longer. man time is subjective.
Autumn is crisp. Autumn is cool. It’s autumn now. Leaves are changing, falling, blushing. Thanksgiving is coming soon. Halloween was last week. I didn’t do much. Anyway. Autumn lasts for three months. It ends in November, I think. In New England, autumn leaves are very colorful. Another word for Autumn is fall. Autumn makes me happy. It’s cold, but it’s beautiful. It reminds me of warm things and forests and wood. Apple pie and Turkey and all the delicious harvest food.
could it be, autumn came and left without the decency of saying hello? unprepared for the sudden cold, the single week of autumn left us to freeze.
the leaves cringe and break under my feet
i jump on them
trample them like the fears i want to defeat
every step i take is pronounced by the satisfying sound of the leaves
now don’t think i’m a bad person
killing poor innocent leaves for no reason
i’m simply a confused hopeless soul
presently convicted of treason
Autumn. Leaves falling to a rhythm.
Autumn. With less and less sun.
Autumn. T’was a lot of fun.
Autumn. Sadly, almost done.
The colors change, you get a fresh start. Everything screams fun, cold, and interesting. Well to me at least it does. It is my favorite season, and I really enjoy playing in the leaves and walking around in just jeans and a sweater <3 :) $:
Autumn. Leaves falling to a rythm.
Autumn. With less and less sun.
Autumn. T’was a lot of fun.
Autumn. Sadly, almost done.
The autumn leaves float gently through the wind and just as they’re about to settle upon the ground, a strong gust sends them soaring into the crisp atmosphere of Fall.
The leaves turned, like poison in the ground causing them to die and lose their mirth and catch to the wind. The soil turned, a hard mass littered with dry leaves that have been poisoned by the seasons. The water grows cold while nothing else grows at all and the chill in the air reaches the bones.
Autumn has come. The wolves are circling the dying. And we are all falling like the leaves.
Autumn sat on the steps of the library, with the crisp ocher leaves twirling in graceful swirls around her. The book rested on her lap as she watched the world around her, and in that moment, with the cool wind playing with the tips of her hair, she was content.
The day was crisp and fresh and tasted of apple pie, everything a fall day should be. The leaves were strewn across the campus sidewalks just so, and everyone was beautiful, almost painfully so. It was as if she was seeing the whole world through new eyes. Him, though, him she’d always see with extreme clarity.
the breeze soothes me
the early winter cold hums in my throat
the sweaters are taken out of the closet
and into the wardrobe
the shorts are taken out of the wardrobe
and into the closet
worn cloth are on the arms
and legs
not like just days ago
when they were bare
(by the way, i am a kid myself, writing this!!!!!)
all the colours, all the feelings pass by everyone… we just see leaves, well i feel they’re lives every leave that falls upon your eyes… its a memorie that falls out a heart.
Brown, crunchy leaves. Wind. Rainclouds mixed with sunshine. Perfect temperature. Columbus day. Labor day. My birthday. September and October. Crisp, fresh air. Apple cider, apples, maple products. Woodsmoke.
Autumn is my favorite season! the leaves turning and falling..the pumpkins…the cold days and chillier nights. the fires and hot apple cider.
Autumn is that time of year when the leaves fall from the trees and pattern the ground in colors, so many colors. It’s the time when things begin to die off and close up for the winter, but the recession of bright green is beautiful still.
cool leaves boring school sexy men parties meeting my bestfriend tarran <3 i love zach i think. autumn is weird, i like fall better its autumn and i think i like it. i dont know what to do right now. oh my god. umm woah.. just woah.
Autumn is a wonderful season; however, it is not as wonderful as summer. Autumn is exciting because everything is new. It is the start of a new school year. New friends are made and new experiences are to be had. Autumn is beauty.
you are my silent n. you got me every time. snuck into words i was trying to whisper in other peoples ears.
j’aime l’autumn. y fait froid en autumn. les feuilles deviennent toutes colores. orange, vert, jaune, rouge, le rouge c’est a cause de la rouille je pense. et le jaune ca fait partie du vieillissement de la couleur.. je sais pas trop je devrais m’informer a propos de ca. en tk j’aime juste bcp l’autumn parce que ca sent super bon a chaques fois. yup
november. falling leaves. near winter. golden autumn. getting cold. cozy. movie season. love it.
the golden hues that danced in the late afternoon light would soon change to glittery silver sparkles, as autumn would give way to the chill of winter.
Autumn reminds us that seasons change. The crisp air reminds us that some things must die in order to gain new life in the spring. Dying leaves are beautiful, remember.
the fall is the worst time of year for me. It’s dated back since I was a little kid. There were good things too- the leaves changing, going back to school with a new L.L.Bean backpack, figuring out which costume to don for Halloween. But all that aside, autumn is just not a great season for me.
Autumn leaves fall. Fall comes allowing everything in our lives to fall right into place. Expected and unexpected all at the same time…
autumn comes and leaves fall, twisting,turning as they reach the ground in ones and twos and sometimes threes but it is the one that catches my eye. Is it more than just a leaf? could it be a soul, something, someone, lost and forgotten and weathered and worn and falling, falling, falling looking for someone to catch him?
I never liked autumn as a word, but as a season I like it fine. I find the contrast between the opposing motifs of Spring and Fall play well off the Summer Vs. Winter contrast. Autumn gets in the way of that.
the fall is coming. the seasons are changing. the fact is…is that mind hasn’t. if our desires change with the season, do we grow? as individuals, as a society…as lovers. love was the process that drove me to madness and back. desire reconciles the seasons.
Kicking up the leaves, different colours, brown, yellow, golden, pulling out the winter jacket, boots and warm slippers, lighting a fire with the wood from the trees and starting to think about Christmas presents, watching the sky get darker earlier, regretting getting up in the dark, start of the cold sunny days, the days when cuppa’s are a godsend.
The colors of autumn make my heart sing. I live in the PNW now, but grew up in Central NY. I remember one stretch of Hwy 54 that was at least a mile of sugar maples. Sometimes I would have to just stop my car, get out and take in the magnificent view set afire by the descending sun.
The cold wind, feeling nippy against my chin, blew leaves all about the street. Colours rich as natures decay moved them through their short life time. Autumn, Splendid. Rich. Warm. Fragrant.
flutter,flutter flutter flutter sloooooooooooow dooooooooown time is stopping all around me leaves are fallin in sinchronised time barely whispering as they touch the ground
Autumn is Fall. Autumn is the season that it is right now. I’ve always wondered what my favorite season is because that’s a common question people ask, but I’ve never really decided… however, the other day I went back home to visit from college, and I discovered that I really do not like Autumn. It is my least favorite season; all of the leaves fall off and it leaves the world looking so empty. At least, that is what it did for my home…all the trees…leaves gone. It just looked so bare and depressing.