my favorite season is autumn with the colors changing and my birthday. it makes me think of my favorite sweatshirt and jeans weather. i think of the love of my life erik anderson when i see the leaves changing colors. its going to be cold soon. cuddle
there is blood in the trees. or, at least the shade of it. and it’s falling silently towards the ground. and i’m starting to believe that death is going to follow it down and one to everything I touch. orange and fire surrounds me.
There were no better words to describe Autumn better than her. The change of colour o the leaves and the way she reacted to me. The way everything becomes so dark too early and her dullness with me.
We’ve changed. Not only purselves but what we are together too.
I miss us, but like Spring, there will be a new beginning.
It’s like a crisp, sort of burning feeling – one wrapped in pumpkins and cobwebs. A dying of things – a sort of contemplative time of year that signals the beginning of the end of things that have already come. It’s the best season.
Being a close friend of Chicken Licken, Foxy Loxy decided that autumn was too dangerous a time for walking outdoors. Instead she stayed in Italy, was arrested for murder, found guilty, jailed but later acquitted.
The moral of the story is: never take advice from a chicken. Or wear a hard hat.
The leaves are falling, green going, just red and orange and yellow, like a Thanksgiving table setting with the family, chilled only a little, except for this year when global warming gets a hold of the season and warms it like the earth is a dead turkey.
My friend Autumn sits next to me, long red hair braided to the side, telling me over her guy troubles as we’re supposed to be reading. She’s so lucky she’s pretty, unlike me.
the red leaves that fall on the floor make a beautiful sight that is only present on those couple of months of the year, it is a mixture of negativity embedded with surprising beauty and colourfulness, yet the fact that they are dead leaves give that negative impression.
The season I was made for; created to live within and around. The leaves enlighten me with their playful changing of colors. The brisk air momentarily takes my breath away and reminds me of just how trivial minor things can be, and how beautiful nature always is.
It’s autumn again, and that means yet another family road trip. Each year, Dad and I go into town and load the family station wagon with all the essentials and meet back up with ma and sis with the rest of the gear and food. Then, it’s off to see the leaves turn in every state we can.
Autumn leaves falls in numbers as the wind blows and rustles the branches. Hues of red, orange, yellow and even purple are mixed into the air and create a one of a kind mixture that makes the season magical.
Autumn would be a pretty name.
Autumn makes me feel the same.
Leaves they fall.
Just like my heart.
You make me hurt.
Don’t know where to start.
When I least expect it.
You’re there to wreck it.
But that’s a feeling I love.
Falling from the sky above.
The lake is starting to get ready to freeze for the winter and the boats are taken in. The air is so fresh it almost hurts to breathe how clean it is. The trees reflect the sky and create the greatest hues. The contrasting colors of autumn, are absolutely serene.
Autumn is fall. it is full of different colored leaves. Autumn brings the beginning of cold weather. It begins to snow and the sun draws closer. As Autumn wears on Winter draws closer, making the weather even colder. Autumn contains Thanksgiving and Halloween, two of the best holidays of the year, both full of food.
“There is no such thing as Autumn here” the woman complained looking out the cafe window.
“so, who likes Autumn?” the man smiled. “Everything dies, everything is cold.” He took a sip of his coffee and smiled at the sunny street.
“I like autumn.”
“why?”
“autumn is not death, it is life. The colors the smells, the change…”
“change is not always good.”
“Change is life… there is no change here…there is no life.”
The Upper Peninsula is the most beautiful place to be in autumn. The trees all turn to such bright beautiful colors and the air is fresh and clean. I love it up here. Everything feels warm and cozy. Apple cider is delicious.
Autómata. Un ser hecho de metal, con corazón de hierro, mente electrónica. Conciencia absoluta de la inexistencia, la ignorancia de su existencia. Eso buscaba y lo encontré. Me encontré a mi mismo.
Every time you think the year will turn over a new leaf, you eventually find yourself at the bottom of the pile, suffocating under a soft and subtle weight; one that you are not aware of, but sense.
her feet had an arch that was almost powdery, the sheer whiteness of it
and she ran parallel to the wind, to the earth’s core and through it and around,
to go, and pick out the sweet from the sour, and seek the smiles in the low light.
fall, poetry, people use it to describe the feelings of fall, when falls is just a time of the year. Autumn is beautiful. It has the ability to sway one’s words with the feeling of the start of a new beginning that is moving around him.
Bright, crunchy leaves floating to the ground through the crisp air. The sun reflects off the bright oranges and reds, making the sky look like the brightest, clearest blue.
cool and breezy, colors exploding in the trees. there are still birds? i thought they had all gone. i hear them in the bare branches over my head. pull scarf tighter around throat, protect from cold breeze.
It’s that time again, where it’s fresh and crisp. The weather is gorgeous on my skin and in my hair. I’m free of sweat and shivers, like a flu. But its too short.
So beautifull. Leaves, dogs and barbecue. Sounds of garbage trucks, rain falling from the clouds. Spirits arise. Witches dance. Trees mourn the loss of the dresses of their youth.
autumn likes to blow my hair. to make the leaves dance on the putter, slipped inside the gutter. The guttural noises of the rain was the memories of yesterday. a new glory a new vain pumping blood for new things to be named. i love the rain
leaves and pretty things. orange. red. fire. pre winter. trees. nature. prefect love. wind. fucking cold. 6 letters of amazing ness. YEAH!!!!! AUTUMN is freaking awesome. the perfect kiss. love letters. i am supposed to write and not think about what i am writing but i have written everything i could have ever typed. omg i will keep saying omg. omg omg omg i love it omg
Ah, the leaves dying in slow agony as they fall beezily to the cooling ground. Morning fog rolls up and lingers as the weak sun rises and stretches out thin rays. I yawn and sip my coffee – it is another blissful autumn day.
autumn is the best season there is… everything is calm, everything smells good, i like it… it’s also exxtremely nostalgic, you can feel everyone is emotionnally weak (not in a bad way…) and i just like that little “more real” feel…!
hey i love atumn autumn is nice i love to walk around with a swwearter and not have to wory abt being really cold.alll the pretty colors fasicnste me and i love to watch them fall.
my favorite season is autumn with the colors changing and my birthday. it makes me think of my favorite sweatshirt and jeans weather. i think of the love of my life erik anderson when i see the leaves changing colors. its going to be cold soon. cuddle
autumn loneliness
the old ponds last egret
takes off heading south
I love and hate autumn. It’s lovely to see all the different colors and just the feeling it gives you, but it reminds me that winter is coming.
I don’t like winter.
there is blood in the trees. or, at least the shade of it. and it’s falling silently towards the ground. and i’m starting to believe that death is going to follow it down and one to everything I touch. orange and fire surrounds me.
There were no better words to describe Autumn better than her. The change of colour o the leaves and the way she reacted to me. The way everything becomes so dark too early and her dullness with me.
We’ve changed. Not only purselves but what we are together too.
I miss us, but like Spring, there will be a new beginning.
It’s like a crisp, sort of burning feeling – one wrapped in pumpkins and cobwebs. A dying of things – a sort of contemplative time of year that signals the beginning of the end of things that have already come. It’s the best season.
Being a close friend of Chicken Licken, Foxy Loxy decided that autumn was too dangerous a time for walking outdoors. Instead she stayed in Italy, was arrested for murder, found guilty, jailed but later acquitted.
The moral of the story is: never take advice from a chicken. Or wear a hard hat.
Crisp air, orange leaves crushing underfoot. I want to sneak off and walk aimlessly through the woods.
The leaves are falling, green going, just red and orange and yellow, like a Thanksgiving table setting with the family, chilled only a little, except for this year when global warming gets a hold of the season and warms it like the earth is a dead turkey.
My friend Autumn sits next to me, long red hair braided to the side, telling me over her guy troubles as we’re supposed to be reading. She’s so lucky she’s pretty, unlike me.
the red leaves that fall on the floor make a beautiful sight that is only present on those couple of months of the year, it is a mixture of negativity embedded with surprising beauty and colourfulness, yet the fact that they are dead leaves give that negative impression.
The season I was made for; created to live within and around. The leaves enlighten me with their playful changing of colors. The brisk air momentarily takes my breath away and reminds me of just how trivial minor things can be, and how beautiful nature always is.
It’s autumn again, and that means yet another family road trip. Each year, Dad and I go into town and load the family station wagon with all the essentials and meet back up with ma and sis with the rest of the gear and food. Then, it’s off to see the leaves turn in every state we can.
Autumn leaves falls in numbers as the wind blows and rustles the branches. Hues of red, orange, yellow and even purple are mixed into the air and create a one of a kind mixture that makes the season magical.
Autumn would be a pretty name.
Autumn makes me feel the same.
Leaves they fall.
Just like my heart.
You make me hurt.
Don’t know where to start.
When I least expect it.
You’re there to wreck it.
But that’s a feeling I love.
Falling from the sky above.
orange, yellow. red. leaves. trees. earthy. sunset. glorifyingly beautiful. wouldn’t miss it for the world.
The lake is starting to get ready to freeze for the winter and the boats are taken in. The air is so fresh it almost hurts to breathe how clean it is. The trees reflect the sky and create the greatest hues. The contrasting colors of autumn, are absolutely serene.
Autumn is fall. it is full of different colored leaves. Autumn brings the beginning of cold weather. It begins to snow and the sun draws closer. As Autumn wears on Winter draws closer, making the weather even colder. Autumn contains Thanksgiving and Halloween, two of the best holidays of the year, both full of food.
CALIFORNIA
“There is no such thing as Autumn here” the woman complained looking out the cafe window.
“so, who likes Autumn?” the man smiled. “Everything dies, everything is cold.” He took a sip of his coffee and smiled at the sunny street.
“I like autumn.”
“why?”
“autumn is not death, it is life. The colors the smells, the change…”
“change is not always good.”
“Change is life… there is no change here…there is no life.”
fall, orange, green, gone, door, portal, pumpkin, spring, red, yellow, leaves, dead, short, cold, sun, wind, storm, trees, maple, backwards, next, moneth, deer,
The Upper Peninsula is the most beautiful place to be in autumn. The trees all turn to such bright beautiful colors and the air is fresh and clean. I love it up here. Everything feels warm and cozy. Apple cider is delicious.
Autómata. Un ser hecho de metal, con corazón de hierro, mente electrónica. Conciencia absoluta de la inexistencia, la ignorancia de su existencia. Eso buscaba y lo encontré. Me encontré a mi mismo.
Every time you think the year will turn over a new leaf, you eventually find yourself at the bottom of the pile, suffocating under a soft and subtle weight; one that you are not aware of, but sense.
Autumn
a light breeze
blows across the
sky
the leaves
change
color
in the
damp air
the wind
brushes across my
face
as i walk
through the
grave yard
Hazy light and crisp loamy smells. Death and memory. All very poignant.
her feet had an arch that was almost powdery, the sheer whiteness of it
and she ran parallel to the wind, to the earth’s core and through it and around,
to go, and pick out the sweet from the sour, and seek the smiles in the low light.
fall, poetry, people use it to describe the feelings of fall, when falls is just a time of the year. Autumn is beautiful. It has the ability to sway one’s words with the feeling of the start of a new beginning that is moving around him.
leaves changing colors, cool air, relaxing, lots of raking, yard work, decorating for halloween
Bright, crunchy leaves floating to the ground through the crisp air. The sun reflects off the bright oranges and reds, making the sky look like the brightest, clearest blue.
cool and breezy, colors exploding in the trees. there are still birds? i thought they had all gone. i hear them in the bare branches over my head. pull scarf tighter around throat, protect from cold breeze.
It’s that time again, where it’s fresh and crisp. The weather is gorgeous on my skin and in my hair. I’m free of sweat and shivers, like a flu. But its too short.
So beautifull. Leaves, dogs and barbecue. Sounds of garbage trucks, rain falling from the clouds. Spirits arise. Witches dance. Trees mourn the loss of the dresses of their youth.
i love how it smells, i like its colors, and it can make me smile and fear at the same time !
autumn likes to blow my hair. to make the leaves dance on the putter, slipped inside the gutter. The guttural noises of the rain was the memories of yesterday. a new glory a new vain pumping blood for new things to be named. i love the rain
leaves and pretty things. orange. red. fire. pre winter. trees. nature. prefect love. wind. fucking cold. 6 letters of amazing ness. YEAH!!!!! AUTUMN is freaking awesome. the perfect kiss. love letters. i am supposed to write and not think about what i am writing but i have written everything i could have ever typed. omg i will keep saying omg. omg omg omg i love it omg
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Ah, the leaves dying in slow agony as they fall beezily to the cooling ground. Morning fog rolls up and lingers as the weak sun rises and stretches out thin rays. I yawn and sip my coffee – it is another blissful autumn day.
beautiful, orange red happy. puppies in piles of leaves. kids laughing. colorful fall. pumpkins. season change. natural beauty.
autumn is the best season there is… everything is calm, everything smells good, i like it… it’s also exxtremely nostalgic, you can feel everyone is emotionnally weak (not in a bad way…) and i just like that little “more real” feel…!
hey i love atumn autumn is nice i love to walk around with a swwearter and not have to wory abt being really cold.alll the pretty colors fasicnste me and i love to watch them fall.