autumn
spring
fall
winter and
summer z
they all are soooo beautiful
Sydney
She’s something, but not much at that. She lived by a philosophy; that you had to know that someday you would die, until then are you useless. We are all the same decaying organic matter as the next, all part of the same compost heap. Placed under pressure after death till out energy is trapped inside us. She was waiting for a day when the world would no longer be waiting, and realise that no one is better than another. She walks with limped a bone, and like autumn, she brought sadness. She is something. Just something. Like us.
Saskia
Ooh, autumn is a lovely season. It’s not hot, but it’s not very cold either. All the leaves fall down to ear in a different variety of colors. We go rake the leaves and them jump in them. Autumn is also called fall, but I think autumn sounds more pretty.
Damaris
The leaves fall. Slowly. Brilliantly. Surrrounding you, filling your senses. But soon, you know, this beauty will be taken over by the harshness of winter. Tragic.
is when the leaves turn colors and the air turns crisp. It’s when the one you love wraps their arms around you and never lets go. It feels like home. Autumn is serene and peaceful. Be aware of that change.
Danielle
Softly flowing leaves drawing the path of your curious eye sitting knee to knee just you and me as far as I can see or as sad as any plea or as close as we breathe on each other’s cheeks. Brisk winds, as the color fades some say it’s natural.
mike
Autumn gives me the best feeling from way deep down in my soul for some reason. Maybe it’s the trees. Or the crisp air. Or the windburned faces of humankind. Who knows. I like it.
Billy Joe Duncan
It’s autumn outside and the trees are gilded with gold and honeyed leaves. The sunlight is maple and dappled when it comes, peeping around hours of dull dark. There is colour everywhere, despite all the dying, all the rotting.
It’s autumn inside. I’m finally shedding rusting sentiments of you, spilling rotted truths. Soon my branches will be bare; and I’ll wait, windswept in the thought of new buds, sturdy in my belief of new greening.
autumn is a time of happiness. its a time when leaves change color and flutter to the ground, falling from the trees. its a time when orchard grounds are filled with colorful leaves. autumn is also a cold time.
Autumn is my favorite season. the gentle leaves fall from the trees. i love autumn. the wind changes, the air is the best, leaves change colors all is well. autumn is a gift.
I love the autumn time. Autumn leaves are falling on the ground every where. The leaves are starting to change color all around us. Autumn time is a pretty time of the year. Sometimes I wish it was autumn all the time!
I love autumn with its falling leaves, changing colors, and everything else. The only thing I don’t like is that when the leaves fall there is no more food for the Giraffes.
Everything began in autumn, under the thunderstorm. My mom was in labor… Push, push, push… And my grandmother says I rode down on a rainbow, but really it was a thunderbolt. I am here to electrify the world. It is no wonder intensity rains from my mouth, is carried in my heart. I know only fire and rain.
Autumn makes me feel dark and gloomy. Like I want to sit around scowling because it’s overcast, dark, and freaking cold. Like I am a pasty white urchin child.
Autumn is lovely. Autumn is endless cups of tea warming up your whole body. Autumn is sweaters and messy hair. Autumn is fuzzy socks, midday naps bundled up in blankets, and love. Autumn is walking through crunchy leaves and listening to the rain.
autumn is here, and soon I will be saying, there autumn goes. Bring in the winter and soon spring sunshine. bring in the summer and let’s spend the next autumn together. You wrapped up in me, me wrapped up in you.
is here. The leaves are burning up and dropping like dying embers on the damp earth, the trees naked and skeletal against hard grey skies.
georgie
The late trees. Always fading away into our memories. We like the yellow and red, the mellow colors without dread. we like to imagine we were they. As we grow older, we grow colorful. As time marches we grow bolder. then we return to youth when the sun returns. but we know we aren’t. wishing on trees. like wishing on stars.
autumn is a name a season
is has leaves in the season of autumn its turn all these different colors
Autumn is lame lets get to the snowboarding season!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!;)
Autumn is idk what autum n is i think it is a season so idk…
Autumn is a season and a name.
Autumn is the season the leaves fall off the trees.
autumn is when the leaves fall off the trees and bunnies go away.hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Autumn is a sweet, leafy season where you can play in the leaves and relax.
Autumn is a time of of many colors and peace in the autumn I play in the leave jumping around and around. my dog jumps in the leaves too.
Autumn, also known as fall = the season that comes after summer and before winter every year
autumn
spring
fall
winter and
summer z
they all are soooo beautiful
She’s something, but not much at that. She lived by a philosophy; that you had to know that someday you would die, until then are you useless. We are all the same decaying organic matter as the next, all part of the same compost heap. Placed under pressure after death till out energy is trapped inside us. She was waiting for a day when the world would no longer be waiting, and realise that no one is better than another. She walks with limped a bone, and like autumn, she brought sadness. She is something. Just something. Like us.
Ooh, autumn is a lovely season. It’s not hot, but it’s not very cold either. All the leaves fall down to ear in a different variety of colors. We go rake the leaves and them jump in them. Autumn is also called fall, but I think autumn sounds more pretty.
The leaves fall. Slowly. Brilliantly. Surrrounding you, filling your senses. But soon, you know, this beauty will be taken over by the harshness of winter. Tragic.
Glittering iridescent light, sleepy days, yawning, windy, change.
is when the leaves turn colors and the air turns crisp. It’s when the one you love wraps their arms around you and never lets go. It feels like home. Autumn is serene and peaceful. Be aware of that change.
Softly flowing leaves drawing the path of your curious eye sitting knee to knee just you and me as far as I can see or as sad as any plea or as close as we breathe on each other’s cheeks. Brisk winds, as the color fades some say it’s natural.
Autumn gives me the best feeling from way deep down in my soul for some reason. Maybe it’s the trees. Or the crisp air. Or the windburned faces of humankind. Who knows. I like it.
It’s autumn outside and the trees are gilded with gold and honeyed leaves. The sunlight is maple and dappled when it comes, peeping around hours of dull dark. There is colour everywhere, despite all the dying, all the rotting.
It’s autumn inside. I’m finally shedding rusting sentiments of you, spilling rotted truths. Soon my branches will be bare; and I’ll wait, windswept in the thought of new buds, sturdy in my belief of new greening.
autumn, it’s like a metaphor of when everyone feels down, just like leaves
fall leaves, boots, trees, laying in the grass, playing with dogs, laughs, rolling in the grass, teddy bears, tights, sweaters, love, cool weather,
My favorite season
ruined by my actions
Unsettling treason
to get reactions
The difference I see
is not what I wanted
A reason to be
has not quite amounted
And some how I’m better
the contrast is startling
I’ve almost forgot her
I feel wounds absolving
it is a season of change,peace ,and tranquility.Sometimes refered to as fall
when it turns cooled nd leaves fall
autumn is a time of happiness. its a time when leaves change color and flutter to the ground, falling from the trees. its a time when orchard grounds are filled with colorful leaves. autumn is also a cold time.
autumn is one of my friends name. it is also the season that comes after summer.another name for autumn is fall.
Autumn is my favorite season. the gentle leaves fall from the trees. i love autumn. the wind changes, the air is the best, leaves change colors all is well. autumn is a gift.
I love the autumn time. Autumn leaves are falling on the ground every where. The leaves are starting to change color all around us. Autumn time is a pretty time of the year. Sometimes I wish it was autumn all the time!
I don’t really like Autumn it’s way to cold and all the leaves fall and the trees are all bare.
Autumn is one of my favorite seasons but sometimes its to cold to be outside.
Autumn is very pretty, when all the leaves change. The red , gold, and yellow makes it a wonderful place. I love autumn apples. They are very good.
Autumn can be a name, but it is also a season where leaves change colors it is like spring in a way.
I love autumn with its falling leaves, changing colors, and everything else. The only thing I don’t like is that when the leaves fall there is no more food for the Giraffes.
Autumn
A poem by Tribalwerewolf
When the leaves fall,
When the it gets colder,
I can tell when it is,
It’ Autumn.
The wonderful season called Autumn.
Everything began in autumn, under the thunderstorm. My mom was in labor… Push, push, push… And my grandmother says I rode down on a rainbow, but really it was a thunderbolt. I am here to electrify the world. It is no wonder intensity rains from my mouth, is carried in my heart. I know only fire and rain.
autum is a season where the leaves change from green to yellow, red, and orange. Autum also can be a name of a person. Autum is kinda like spring.
Autumn makes me feel dark and gloomy. Like I want to sit around scowling because it’s overcast, dark, and freaking cold. Like I am a pasty white urchin child.
the time of changing leaves from green to any color between gold and red. When every thing starts to die from the upcoming cold.
Autumn is lovely. Autumn is endless cups of tea warming up your whole body. Autumn is sweaters and messy hair. Autumn is fuzzy socks, midday naps bundled up in blankets, and love. Autumn is walking through crunchy leaves and listening to the rain.
autumn is here, and soon I will be saying, there autumn goes. Bring in the winter and soon spring sunshine. bring in the summer and let’s spend the next autumn together. You wrapped up in me, me wrapped up in you.
is here. The leaves are burning up and dropping like dying embers on the damp earth, the trees naked and skeletal against hard grey skies.
The late trees. Always fading away into our memories. We like the yellow and red, the mellow colors without dread. we like to imagine we were they. As we grow older, we grow colorful. As time marches we grow bolder. then we return to youth when the sun returns. but we know we aren’t. wishing on trees. like wishing on stars.