Autumn…
long nights, short days
breezy cool, rainy
leaves down, colors depleting
Autumn
Can summer come back?
mrsmusone
Autumn is a time of happiness and sometimes sadness. Happiness in a way the winter is over and summer has begun. Sadness, with some people still living in the cold, that is their life, and nothing has changed but the leaves on the trees.
Bradley K Rowe
Nothing good ever happens in Autumn. Nothing bad ever happens in Autumn. Autumn is, simply put, a time of change. The colors change. My heart changes. Every September, every October, every November, I am in a constant state of change. Nothing can stop it. Nothing can hold it back. My very spirit changes colors like the leaves do, from a vibrant green to a golden yellow to a blood, blood red.
Shelby
A terrible terrible season, in which the blissful ignorance of summer fades. Of course summer was doomed to end but we chose not to think about that. Now, as life begins to die and the weather makes us sad, some sadistic people actually find beauty in this terrible time of year. Maybe it’s the poetry behind death that they’re attracted to.
I feel like this autumn, I have made the most memories ever. So many trips to apple orchards, lots and lots of football…the World Series…watching Inception..=]
laughalot
in autumn the leaves are brown and yellow and red. it smells like trees and rain. it feels like you should live in the country side and be wholesome and have hobbies. Artists paint about autumn, authors write about this beautiful time of year.
Julia
Here in the vastness of a land called Morningstar there is a season called Autumn during this time leaves dance with color and blend with the night to make the heavens sing.
Gina
In Autumn, I’m reminded of a truth,
as the leaves are torn from branches,
as the temperatures drop to first frost levels,
I’m reminded of a truth.
We are each nothing to the Earth,
And she is everything to us.
Red apples rolling off the tree.
Orange leaves like the burning sun.
The winter is coming
I am so cold
but you hold my hand
you keep me warm
through my coldest nights
The leaves fell in a hue of orange red and gold. i beamed at the beauty of living fire. Nothing burned but the presence of heat was there in the chilled air.
Brittany
I love the autumn. It is refreshing and invigorating. I think of trees bare and beautiful, full of life with leaves dancing about, falling to the ground, beautiful reds and corals and yellows. I think of walks with my children and dogs, a gentle breeze in my face.
leaves spiral down to the ground, readying to freeze over for the coming winter. The world changes, and i change with it. I look and see the reds and yellows that were once green and vibrant. I see my self reflected in them and wonder where the time has gone.
Rosie
The time of the year. Red apples. Orange leaves like the burning sun in a cold fresh air. The smell of change all around. I change with the seasons. Keep me warm.
Lee
another word for Fall, leaves changing colors, leaves on the ground, a name for a girl, comes after summer, decay, dead matter, red, orange, yellow, maple trees, beautiful photo opps, wedding season ending, school starts, end of summer holidays, rebirth
Miss Austin
beautiful colors on the ridge… Red! Yellow! Orange! so beautiful! makes for a lovely drive! bursting with color!
Michaels
how I miss the autumn…
the beautiful colors splashed across the leaves as the trees become as expressive as art
the brusque wind swirling around me as I walk outside
when it’s cool enough to cuddle into my blankets and sit by a fire
ah to be home with the autumn…
As she skipped down the gravel driveway she could hear the autumn leaves crunching beneath her feet. Though she knew her happiness would not last for long she fought the urge to be upset and kept skipping. As she got closer and closer to the house she found it harder to hear the autumn leaves under her feet as her thoughts kept creeping up on her and drowning everything else out.
Autumn leaves fall down on the ground all around me. The sun shines as the temperature drops and the children play throwing leaves everywhere.
Andreina
It’s cliche
A different word would better suit
The color that illuminates
In your golden green eyes.
I could think of something
More lovely that a dry leaf
and more moving than a cold breeze
To explain the splendor of your eyes
But autumn will do.
Emma Hohenstein
snow falls leaves change color people wear coats
Tuscany
autumn winds bring despair of winter chills
as beauty reaches its peak right before it says good bye
red yellow orange all heart felt warm colors
swiriling around and about
goodbye summer love
till we meet again
until then let’s watch autumn say goodbye
momo
leaves, paolo nutini, tea, scarfs hats, brisk walks, apples, my birthday acorns, rosy cheeks childhood, coats, rain
katie boyle
October in the chair, sharing with everyone his bittersweet stories.
I so miss october, that is where autumn really is. November is far too cold.
I think of fall Time
Leaves
Trees with beautiful colors
Life
Breeze
Wonderful weather
peaceful
Loving
My favorite time
Reds
yellows
orange
brown
thanksgiving
halloween
Coming towards winter time
Relax
school time
Ashley
Autumn is falling. I use the word “autumny” for my hair. It’s curly, and somewhere betweeen blonde and orange and red – my husband calls me paprika. I use autumny, because it’s the exact color of the falling oak leaves from the old tree in my backyard.
Darkness. the streets I roam are empty. There is no one there but the beating of my heart, and even that is fading away. I always wandered about this time of year. How badly, and easily it affects me. I fear it. And yet, it is beautiful.
Aya
fall leaves cover the ground, crunching beneath my feet. Colours have exploded all around me as the final flash before winter’s dismal grey sets in.
Carmen
The sky is a hazy grey and I walk the line between buildings, letting the wind creep inside of my jacket and touch me like hands I vaguely remember. The trees are on fire and I think I’d like to sit under them for awhile, just still my toes go numb.
Autumn…
long nights, short days
breezy cool, rainy
leaves down, colors depleting
Autumn
Can summer come back?
Autumn is a time of happiness and sometimes sadness. Happiness in a way the winter is over and summer has begun. Sadness, with some people still living in the cold, that is their life, and nothing has changed but the leaves on the trees.
Nothing good ever happens in Autumn. Nothing bad ever happens in Autumn. Autumn is, simply put, a time of change. The colors change. My heart changes. Every September, every October, every November, I am in a constant state of change. Nothing can stop it. Nothing can hold it back. My very spirit changes colors like the leaves do, from a vibrant green to a golden yellow to a blood, blood red.
A terrible terrible season, in which the blissful ignorance of summer fades. Of course summer was doomed to end but we chose not to think about that. Now, as life begins to die and the weather makes us sad, some sadistic people actually find beauty in this terrible time of year. Maybe it’s the poetry behind death that they’re attracted to.
I feel like this autumn, I have made the most memories ever. So many trips to apple orchards, lots and lots of football…the World Series…watching Inception..=]
in autumn the leaves are brown and yellow and red. it smells like trees and rain. it feels like you should live in the country side and be wholesome and have hobbies. Artists paint about autumn, authors write about this beautiful time of year.
Here in the vastness of a land called Morningstar there is a season called Autumn during this time leaves dance with color and blend with the night to make the heavens sing.
In Autumn, I’m reminded of a truth,
as the leaves are torn from branches,
as the temperatures drop to first frost levels,
I’m reminded of a truth.
We are each nothing to the Earth,
And she is everything to us.
Red apples rolling off the tree.
Orange leaves like the burning sun.
The winter is coming
I am so cold
but you hold my hand
you keep me warm
through my coldest nights
The leaves fell in a hue of orange red and gold. i beamed at the beauty of living fire. Nothing burned but the presence of heat was there in the chilled air.
I love the autumn. It is refreshing and invigorating. I think of trees bare and beautiful, full of life with leaves dancing about, falling to the ground, beautiful reds and corals and yellows. I think of walks with my children and dogs, a gentle breeze in my face.
leaves spiral down to the ground, readying to freeze over for the coming winter. The world changes, and i change with it. I look and see the reds and yellows that were once green and vibrant. I see my self reflected in them and wonder where the time has gone.
The time of the year. Red apples. Orange leaves like the burning sun in a cold fresh air. The smell of change all around. I change with the seasons. Keep me warm.
another word for Fall, leaves changing colors, leaves on the ground, a name for a girl, comes after summer, decay, dead matter, red, orange, yellow, maple trees, beautiful photo opps, wedding season ending, school starts, end of summer holidays, rebirth
beautiful colors on the ridge… Red! Yellow! Orange! so beautiful! makes for a lovely drive! bursting with color!
how I miss the autumn…
the beautiful colors splashed across the leaves as the trees become as expressive as art
the brusque wind swirling around me as I walk outside
when it’s cool enough to cuddle into my blankets and sit by a fire
ah to be home with the autumn…
Awe-filled in Autumn – see all our auras excite.
As she skipped down the gravel driveway she could hear the autumn leaves crunching beneath her feet. Though she knew her happiness would not last for long she fought the urge to be upset and kept skipping. As she got closer and closer to the house she found it harder to hear the autumn leaves under her feet as her thoughts kept creeping up on her and drowning everything else out.
Autumn leaves fall down on the ground all around me. The sun shines as the temperature drops and the children play throwing leaves everywhere.
It’s cliche
A different word would better suit
The color that illuminates
In your golden green eyes.
I could think of something
More lovely that a dry leaf
and more moving than a cold breeze
To explain the splendor of your eyes
But autumn will do.
snow falls leaves change color people wear coats
autumn winds bring despair of winter chills
as beauty reaches its peak right before it says good bye
red yellow orange all heart felt warm colors
swiriling around and about
goodbye summer love
till we meet again
until then let’s watch autumn say goodbye
leaves, paolo nutini, tea, scarfs hats, brisk walks, apples, my birthday acorns, rosy cheeks childhood, coats, rain
October in the chair, sharing with everyone his bittersweet stories.
I so miss october, that is where autumn really is. November is far too cold.
The Autumn breeze
Doeth whisk away
(In gentle whispers in the wind)
The troubles that
The Spring may bring
(Which Summer’s Kiss did not remiss)
The Falling leaves,
The browning Green,
Are Scales of Burden that we shed
When Winter’s Blanket
Fast approaches–
And Phoenix years
Are birthed anew.
The Autumn breeze
Doeth whisk away
(In gentle whispers in the wind)
The troubles that
The Spring may bring
(Which Summer’s Kiss did not remiss)
The Falling leaves,
The browning Green,
Are Scales of Troubles that we shed
When Winter’s blanket
Fast approaches–
And Phoenix years
Are birthed anew.
The Autumn breeze
Doeth whisk away
(In gentle whispers in the wind)
The troubles that
The Spring may bring
(Which Summer’s Kiss did not remiss)
The Falling leaves,
The browning green,
Tre scales of troubles that we shed
When Winter’s blanket
Fast approaches–
And Phoenix years
Are birthed anew.
I think of fall Time
Leaves
Trees with beautiful colors
Life
Breeze
Wonderful weather
peaceful
Loving
My favorite time
Reds
yellows
orange
brown
thanksgiving
halloween
Coming towards winter time
Relax
school time
Autumn is falling. I use the word “autumny” for my hair. It’s curly, and somewhere betweeen blonde and orange and red – my husband calls me paprika. I use autumny, because it’s the exact color of the falling oak leaves from the old tree in my backyard.
Darkness. the streets I roam are empty. There is no one there but the beating of my heart, and even that is fading away. I always wandered about this time of year. How badly, and easily it affects me. I fear it. And yet, it is beautiful.
fall leaves cover the ground, crunching beneath my feet. Colours have exploded all around me as the final flash before winter’s dismal grey sets in.
The sky is a hazy grey and I walk the line between buildings, letting the wind creep inside of my jacket and touch me like hands I vaguely remember. The trees are on fire and I think I’d like to sit under them for awhile, just still my toes go numb.