Leaves, the tree, and no bees, wasps, or Mosquitoes.
Beer, football games I don’t understand, and cheerleaders I do.
Turducken, Peacan pies, and and wishful thoughts of snow.
And the best, warm cider, a cozy blanket, and time spent with you.
Autumn has always been my favorite season. The temperature is just right, not too cold or too hot. The leaves and trees are beatufitul, full of lush colors. The hills look as if they’re on fire. I just love visiting the mountains and gazing at the waves of gold, red, and bright orange.
its such a beautiful time its full of cuddling fires and egg nog its a time of laughter and cheer a time of love ! its time fir beautiful memories and even better hockey ! its canada what do you except i love autumm its a great time and place and full of beautiful colours ! i love autu
The leaves fall around the ground and I can hear the soft pitter patters of the rain as it drizzles from the clouds above. I could smell it permeating off the pavements as I walked outside.
I love the smell, the taste, the feeling. Pies, apple picking, thanksgiving, warm sun with a chill in the air. I feel like it’s the last taste of summer, except a little colder..
Autumn. This is when my life changed. How? Well, I realized I was a crappy writer. Not just to pity myself, but I must learn to better myself to fulfill my dream of one day being a writer. I must work harder and become worthy.
it is technically autumn
but it sure doesn’t feel like it
i feel like autumn is one of those topics
that everyone will write generally the same thing
i always struggle with being an individual
it’s like this thirst that i feel will never be quenched
i will never be comfortable among others
like others
and coexisting
being like everyone else
scares me
but like autumn
it soon changes into winter
it is inevitable for me to change
Cold leaves and beautiful skies, crisp air and static hair. Hot tea and cocoa, wrapped in blankets and sharing eskimo kisses because our lips are too chapped. Crunching leaves and pumpkins and beauty.
fall is my favorite season. there is just something about it. the leaves are so beautiful and everything seems right in the world. it smells perfect, and its just magical. fall is like everything rolled together to make one perfect whole. the sun shines and the light filters through the trees, making the forest look like its on fire. god, its just so beautiful.
Autumn Cole, a girl with hair as red as a burning flame and eyes as dark as the tar that covered her worn and rather unattractive boots, walked a little nervously down the sidewalk. It was late summer, a steamy time of year in southern Florida, when moisture hung in the air and suffocated innocent passerby, all who seemed to be wearing very minimal amounts of clothing. Autumn was the exception. She wore a strawberry colored T-shirt under a black velvet vest, a pair of paint-splattered jeans, a striped baseball cap, and, of course, her worn out boots that with the large silver buckles. She was, to say the least, an interesting person to look at, and the people she drifted by stopped what they were doing and gawked for a minute at this crazy-looking yet strikingly beautiful girl. Autumn took no notice of the glances thrown her way, as she was too preoccupied by her own current difficulties.
A new school year makes for a royal pain, but change and beauty are in the air. It starts mild and warm with summer still hanging on but ends with cold whispers of winter on your tongue. Warmth and family fill the months, and the changing eaves have a simplicity unrivaled.
fall sumer spring falling leaves, we had a bad year for foliage this year, I wish we didn’t have as much rain, or snow for that matter! Higgies is closed for the season, whishing I had a hot dog right now! Missed the apple pie ice cream, can’t believe bball is starting so soon!
color changing, falling leaves, hoodies and spankies, cuddling and bonfires. boys and boots. day light savings, loving life… winters on its way, my favorite season is autumn <3
I related to it because it symbolized change. And right now, that’s what I was about. I was shedding my plethora of impure, green friends and showing my true blazing colors. And soon enough, I would be naked to the world, not hiding one thing. Arms held high for the world to see the real me, I wasn’t going to hold back a thing.
leaves fall like memories. friendships that ripen with time before fading out, crumpling like leaves in the mud. your name, i’ll never forget. orange. blue. red. green. yellow. electric.
I don’t know what to think about autumn. We don’t really have an autumn here so I always forget what season we’re in while we’re in autumn. I do like the way everyone’s mood changes though.
Autumn was the happiest time for me. It meant you were coming back. And you meant the world to me. So, from autumn to autumn, the world rolled around the sun and I waited for you to roll back to me.
Autumn is my favorite season. Colors changing from bright summer colors, to dawning browns and oranges. It’s simply pure bliss. Perfect weather… changing leaves, everything. <3
The autumn leaves fell onto my head, and I felt great sense of satisfaction as I looked out onto the field, which was filled with vibrant and beautiful colors of orange, crimson, and green. It made me feel like I was home again. Home was the greatest thing I had ever known.
The little girl that had made my life complete to me, a broad smile on her face. She encircled my waist with her little arms, and nothing felt more joyous and amazing except for that moment.
those crispy khaki jacket walks around construction sites when i was young, stomping on fat maple leaves with baby-sized-boots. it’s like everything is about to die so we better make sure it’s all as beautiful as possible now before it’s frozen like that.
ah. my favorite time of the year. well second favorite. the time of beginnings. like people start to fall in love and just enjoy each others company. i love the different colors of the leaves it reminds me of peace and just that everything will be ok.
i hate it. it gets cold and i hate being cold. the leaves are pretty. reminds me of home… i love when the trees have different shades of orange and yellow. reminds me of hotcocoa night with my mom when i was young. or gluing the leaves to a paper with candle wax. with my crazy aunt who tried to commiitt suicide last year. she used to be my fave….
The crisp yellow leaves made a gentle crunching sound beneath the soles of her shoes. She’d always loved autumn; there was a still quiet that hung over the land when the sun was high but the air was cool, as the plant life prepared for winter, the colors a sharply contrasted explosion of shades in one final, magnificent season.
Autumn is my favorite season. The color explosion surprises me every time, despite the fact that the process is a yearly gig. I love the smell and the crispness of the leaves and how it feels to be completely encompassed by them.
The leaves changing. The smell of cold sunshine. The beauty of the light through the trees. New school year, new friends and new work. Change, like the leaves.
My favourite season of the year. Its full on such amazing colours and smells that fill the air. its quite the spectaclor season. making it my favourite.
Such a wonderful time of the year, we can go and jump on dry orange leaves. Could we do it again? and again? and again? just gather them all and jump jump jump on them. So much fun, it is nice and cool, no need for a heavy jacket, maybe a scarf that will fly in the wind if it isn’t held tight.
The fall is the season where yellow leafs fall from trees like hidden messages saying be patient, and I will return. The air is crisp like apples and the wind hits my face like fresh fish filets.
The leaves crunched under her combat boots. I watched her walk away on that cool autumn day, crossing the field beside my house like she had so many times before. But this time would be the last, I ached because I had let her down yet again.
When the world has the most color, and the leaves crunch after every step you take. The time when you leave your winter jacket at home but you still need a sweater to stay warm. When a cup of hot cider is perfect and when you catch a falling leaf and make a wish.
fall the colors changing, it is so nice and peaceful, maybe some rain would be nice, dancing, dancing in the rain, how fun is that? I would love to go and see the colors change back home, maybe jump in the dry leaves with my sister, so much happiness, maybe even go and see albie, he would like that, we could go and watch a movie, maybe we could go and dance
Fall, warmth, joy. Autumn is the time of year when you feel the most at home. It’s that feeling of welcome and warmth that makes it so magical. It’s pumpkin pie and spices. It thanksgiving. It’s the beginning of a school year. Autumn is home.
Autumn the season of beauty. It unveils the beauty of life and death. Where the leaves gently begin to cascade to the ground as the wind lightly whispers to them the time is now.
this is my favorite season. it makes me want to walk out side. i love the way it feels on my skin. this is the kind of weather that you dont have to worry about what youre wearing. you can wear jeans and a sweater or jeans and a tshirt and be happy and comfy alllll day long it is an amazing experience
Leaves, the tree, and no bees, wasps, or Mosquitoes.
Beer, football games I don’t understand, and cheerleaders I do.
Turducken, Peacan pies, and and wishful thoughts of snow.
And the best, warm cider, a cozy blanket, and time spent with you.
Autumn has always been my favorite season. The temperature is just right, not too cold or too hot. The leaves and trees are beatufitul, full of lush colors. The hills look as if they’re on fire. I just love visiting the mountains and gazing at the waves of gold, red, and bright orange.
its such a beautiful time its full of cuddling fires and egg nog its a time of laughter and cheer a time of love ! its time fir beautiful memories and even better hockey ! its canada what do you except i love autumm its a great time and place and full of beautiful colours ! i love autu
The leaves fall around the ground and I can hear the soft pitter patters of the rain as it drizzles from the clouds above. I could smell it permeating off the pavements as I walked outside.
I love the smell, the taste, the feeling. Pies, apple picking, thanksgiving, warm sun with a chill in the air. I feel like it’s the last taste of summer, except a little colder..
Autumn. This is when my life changed. How? Well, I realized I was a crappy writer. Not just to pity myself, but I must learn to better myself to fulfill my dream of one day being a writer. I must work harder and become worthy.
it is technically autumn
but it sure doesn’t feel like it
i feel like autumn is one of those topics
that everyone will write generally the same thing
i always struggle with being an individual
it’s like this thirst that i feel will never be quenched
i will never be comfortable among others
like others
and coexisting
being like everyone else
scares me
but like autumn
it soon changes into winter
it is inevitable for me to change
buttermilk sunlight filtering through crispy, dying trees’ fingers. soft piano chords and gripping mugs of tea with cable-knit-mitten-ed fingers.
Cold leaves and beautiful skies, crisp air and static hair. Hot tea and cocoa, wrapped in blankets and sharing eskimo kisses because our lips are too chapped. Crunching leaves and pumpkins and beauty.
fall is my favorite season. there is just something about it. the leaves are so beautiful and everything seems right in the world. it smells perfect, and its just magical. fall is like everything rolled together to make one perfect whole. the sun shines and the light filters through the trees, making the forest look like its on fire. god, its just so beautiful.
Autumn Cole, a girl with hair as red as a burning flame and eyes as dark as the tar that covered her worn and rather unattractive boots, walked a little nervously down the sidewalk. It was late summer, a steamy time of year in southern Florida, when moisture hung in the air and suffocated innocent passerby, all who seemed to be wearing very minimal amounts of clothing. Autumn was the exception. She wore a strawberry colored T-shirt under a black velvet vest, a pair of paint-splattered jeans, a striped baseball cap, and, of course, her worn out boots that with the large silver buckles. She was, to say the least, an interesting person to look at, and the people she drifted by stopped what they were doing and gawked for a minute at this crazy-looking yet strikingly beautiful girl. Autumn took no notice of the glances thrown her way, as she was too preoccupied by her own current difficulties.
A new school year makes for a royal pain, but change and beauty are in the air. It starts mild and warm with summer still hanging on but ends with cold whispers of winter on your tongue. Warmth and family fill the months, and the changing eaves have a simplicity unrivaled.
A silly name really. Reminding you of falling leaves. Of reds, yellows and orange. Of crunching and crushing.
fall sumer spring falling leaves, we had a bad year for foliage this year, I wish we didn’t have as much rain, or snow for that matter! Higgies is closed for the season, whishing I had a hot dog right now! Missed the apple pie ice cream, can’t believe bball is starting so soon!
hojas
caer
colores
frio
octubre
thankgiving
halloween
epoca
estacion
año
color changing, falling leaves, hoodies and spankies, cuddling and bonfires. boys and boots. day light savings, loving life… winters on its way, my favorite season is autumn <3
I related to it because it symbolized change. And right now, that’s what I was about. I was shedding my plethora of impure, green friends and showing my true blazing colors. And soon enough, I would be naked to the world, not hiding one thing. Arms held high for the world to see the real me, I wasn’t going to hold back a thing.
leaves fall like memories. friendships that ripen with time before fading out, crumpling like leaves in the mud. your name, i’ll never forget. orange. blue. red. green. yellow. electric.
I don’t know what to think about autumn. We don’t really have an autumn here so I always forget what season we’re in while we’re in autumn. I do like the way everyone’s mood changes though.
The feeling of being warm underneath a light jacket, but cold on the tip of your nose and fingers. The smells of dry leaves and crisp air.
Autumn was the happiest time for me. It meant you were coming back. And you meant the world to me. So, from autumn to autumn, the world rolled around the sun and I waited for you to roll back to me.
Autumn is my favorite season. Colors changing from bright summer colors, to dawning browns and oranges. It’s simply pure bliss. Perfect weather… changing leaves, everything. <3
The autumn leaves fell onto my head, and I felt great sense of satisfaction as I looked out onto the field, which was filled with vibrant and beautiful colors of orange, crimson, and green. It made me feel like I was home again. Home was the greatest thing I had ever known.
The little girl that had made my life complete to me, a broad smile on her face. She encircled my waist with her little arms, and nothing felt more joyous and amazing except for that moment.
those crispy khaki jacket walks around construction sites when i was young, stomping on fat maple leaves with baby-sized-boots. it’s like everything is about to die so we better make sure it’s all as beautiful as possible now before it’s frozen like that.
ah. my favorite time of the year. well second favorite. the time of beginnings. like people start to fall in love and just enjoy each others company. i love the different colors of the leaves it reminds me of peace and just that everything will be ok.
i hate it. it gets cold and i hate being cold. the leaves are pretty. reminds me of home… i love when the trees have different shades of orange and yellow. reminds me of hotcocoa night with my mom when i was young. or gluing the leaves to a paper with candle wax. with my crazy aunt who tried to commiitt suicide last year. she used to be my fave….
The crisp yellow leaves made a gentle crunching sound beneath the soles of her shoes. She’d always loved autumn; there was a still quiet that hung over the land when the sun was high but the air was cool, as the plant life prepared for winter, the colors a sharply contrasted explosion of shades in one final, magnificent season.
Autumn is my favorite season. The color explosion surprises me every time, despite the fact that the process is a yearly gig. I love the smell and the crispness of the leaves and how it feels to be completely encompassed by them.
The leaves changing. The smell of cold sunshine. The beauty of the light through the trees. New school year, new friends and new work. Change, like the leaves.
My favourite season of the year. Its full on such amazing colours and smells that fill the air. its quite the spectaclor season. making it my favourite.
Such a wonderful time of the year, we can go and jump on dry orange leaves. Could we do it again? and again? and again? just gather them all and jump jump jump on them. So much fun, it is nice and cool, no need for a heavy jacket, maybe a scarf that will fly in the wind if it isn’t held tight.
The fall is the season where yellow leafs fall from trees like hidden messages saying be patient, and I will return. The air is crisp like apples and the wind hits my face like fresh fish filets.
The leaves crunched under her combat boots. I watched her walk away on that cool autumn day, crossing the field beside my house like she had so many times before. But this time would be the last, I ached because I had let her down yet again.
When the world has the most color, and the leaves crunch after every step you take. The time when you leave your winter jacket at home but you still need a sweater to stay warm. When a cup of hot cider is perfect and when you catch a falling leaf and make a wish.
fall the colors changing, it is so nice and peaceful, maybe some rain would be nice, dancing, dancing in the rain, how fun is that? I would love to go and see the colors change back home, maybe jump in the dry leaves with my sister, so much happiness, maybe even go and see albie, he would like that, we could go and watch a movie, maybe we could go and dance
Fall, warmth, joy. Autumn is the time of year when you feel the most at home. It’s that feeling of welcome and warmth that makes it so magical. It’s pumpkin pie and spices. It thanksgiving. It’s the beginning of a school year. Autumn is home.
Leaves all around. Yardwork. Smell of decomposition. Chill breezes. Early snows. Trick or treating. School starting. End of the year’s life cycle.
Autumn. Fall. Leaves. Color. Cooler. Winter coming. Cold. Leaves dead, blown away, gone. Cold. Desolation. Snow. The Christmas. and joy. A New year. Endless possibilities.
Autumn the season of beauty. It unveils the beauty of life and death. Where the leaves gently begin to cascade to the ground as the wind lightly whispers to them the time is now.
this is my favorite season. it makes me want to walk out side. i love the way it feels on my skin. this is the kind of weather that you dont have to worry about what youre wearing. you can wear jeans and a sweater or jeans and a tshirt and be happy and comfy alllll day long it is an amazing experience