As the leaves fall from the branches of the tree, there grows hope for a new beginning. That the next time spring comes, the leaves would turn greener than ever and that the flowers bloom more beautifully.
Autumn, contrary to its colors, was summer’s antithesis; lacking the warmth and camaraderie of the previous season, it was full of contemplating breezes and chilled with a solitary perspective.
The time that comes right after summer. It’s a bittersweet time for most. For children and young adults, it’s the time you return to school. For others it’s the time the leaves change from lush greens to beautiful shades of orange,red and yellow.
BohemianRhapSoZee
Autumn is the season we are in right now. It started with school, and then the changing of the colours in leaves. The weather became chillier, but still more bearable than winter. But, with every falling leaf, and every colder day, I feel autumn slowly slipping away.
Bojana Barscevski
all i see throught my window is the autumn, its seems to be peacefull but its in the middle of a battle. don’t know where is going but i am terrify it stay where’s its been all along, i’m terrify to stop moving, its part of life leaves must fall i must walk… it comes with life
Fall, leaves changing colors and falling off trees, my favorite season, my world awash in reds, oranges, yellows, and browns.
olivia
It was autumn. That late night gaunt that she finally said yes. The never ending answers flooded to me with mixed regret. That was autumn. the day I finally knew what life really meant. When, all I hoped for, all I longed for finally was mine. It was autumn. And no one can take that away…
Crunchy leaves underfoot, squirrels running round before the last days before they hibernate wear away. I walk from campus to 89th ave and 110th street, but even across 111th the world seems entirely separate. Even though the campus buildings are visible from the Alpha Gam house, it’s like I’m a mile away instead of a couple blocks, walking through leaves, past the Zete and Fiji houses, to the place that I comfortably call home.
is a time for reflection. it’s a time for inspiration and do dream a bigger than one’s current situation. it’s a time for change; for the leaves and for people. it’s a time for warmth (internally and externally). it’s a time to appreciate the light that hits the trees. it’s a time to dress the part.
Meghan
It’s the layers of scarves wrapped around necks, colors mimicking those of the leaves no longer on trees. It’s going out of your way to step on a particularly crunchy-looking leaf. It’s hot chai lattes rather than iced, it’s the smell of books and pens, it’s a new iTunes playlist.
Death and decay. Trees have no way to get rid of waste so they let it all fall away to the forest floor with their leaves so it rots and all the bright colours fade to ugly brown. How I love autumn. Firecrackers sparkle and the smell they leave behind hangs in the air for days.
Fall. Leaves begin to change colors. Autumn cold also be a name. Names are cool. some people are named summer too. havent met a winter yet. Autumn thats the season we are in. close to winter.. not really much summer left. i like the smell of fall and what outfits i get to wear. autumn has 7 letters in it.
Katie
Time to change. Into warmer clothes, taller shoes; time to put your big kid pants on.
Karlee
the leaves are falling off the trees in October. Almost Halloween, children gather pumpkins and jump in piles of leaves to have fun.
erica
i like leaves. leaves are my favorite color yellow and orange. i like fall. pumpkins are fun to carve. pumpkin seeds are delicious. y birthday is in fall. i like halloween, i was a bear and a jogger.
meredith white
Falling leaves grace the pavement as cars go rolling by crunching gravel and cutting brisk autumn winds. The sky is dark and gloomy.
Shaysa
Fall. We don’t have autumn where I’m from. Red leaves. Red. Like the flames. The leaves come down so gently, Swaying. Cool breeze. Red. Red flaming hair. Beautiful.
The leaves are crunching under my quiet toes as I descend the the dark steps to the out of the way place I call my temporary home. I never appreciate the autumn as much as I do in these last two months of this year. It seems like everything needs to die and be reborn in a new and innocent way.
Kitty
leaves falling, gliding to the ground. I am surrounded by the most glorious colors. I feel happy and cozy, ready to nest in for the winter while being gently refreshed by one last cool breath of summer.
J U
This time,
This time things are going to get better,
And time, this time, would not falter,
Would not hinder,
I would not hold to this smelting, the melting, the everlasting heating,
Or the freezing, the burning cold, the harsh winds,
Or the wet rain, throwing the world away,
If only for a while,
Will leaves scatter, and
Tumble gently.
Fall back and spring forward. It’s so dark. My room mate already went to sleep and it’s not even midnight.. The idea that we should allow it become darker in the afternoon is terrible. Waking up is a little bit better but it is when we’re all relaxing after school and work that we want daylight.
bryan
it is the most beautiful season of them all, its colors of red and yellow and orange and that smell od dried leaves and wood that fill the air is always conforting, is like knowing soemthing is getting to its end but it also tells us the begening of something new
Andrea
Fall and leaves. Orange and bright. Rakes, leaf piles and cold weather.
Autumn is the time of year when you realize it’s going to get cold soon and the leaves are going to start falling. You feel slightly sad that the warm weather and long summer days are over but look forward to relaxing in the house drinking hot chocolate on cold winter nights with the family.
Craig Mitchell
i still remember the first time i truly tasted autumn.
the leaves. the chill.
the atmosphere just seemed to fit me. i felt completely happy.
It occurs to me I am now in the Autumn of my life. Nought – twenty = Spring. Twenty – forty = Summer… So, it’s now Autumn. I’d like to spend it basking in the still Summer warmth. I’m not keen on the chill of Winter setting in.
the most beautiful time of the year. tragic and full of secrets. so much beauty from death yet so refreshing. mysterious. peace calm oneness. fright and bravery
jen
leaves falling colors changing vibrant fresh apples pumpkins cinnamon red yellow orange green gold crimson rough edges scarf season fall back no sleep tonight running through the woods darker sooner colder jackets on layers warm blankets cuddling with you fireside sweatshirts
Viki
autumn is beautiful, it smells like apple pie. crunchy leaves are pretty rad. i love me some apples. pumpkin picking is a common activity. all i can think about when i think “autumn” is denim jackets and fun nights. autumn is rad.
sami
It’s the time of year. Everything browns. Most just fall. Either way, we all know winter is near.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
Karl
the leaves are dying.
i don’t want them to leave, not truly-
they have been my friends.
when i held them in my hands,
when i spoke of dreams-
they listened.
they listened,
and i laughed and called myself crazy
but they told me i was just fine.
it wasn’t crazy to believe in magic.
it was crazy to think things would never change.
it was crazy to think that they would never die.
so now i lie here
and cup their withering stems in my hands
and inhale of sweet spice and orange and sunlight
and they won’t talk back to me.
their necks are snapped off at the vertebrae-
their lives are over.
i feel guilty for loving their corpses scattered over the ground
crisp and torn and all variations of blood-shades,
but sometimes when i lay in them
i can hear them still,
whispering of wicked winds and things to come
and how beautiful my eyes looked when i had hope.
i can hear their dying voices,
and it makes me feel alive
in a morbid but completely rational way.
Fall. October. Fall festivals at school. I grew up in KY and I remember the leaves changing color and falling onto the ground. Then we’d rake the leaves into a huge pile and jump into them…then do it all over again. We’d have leaves everywhere…in our hair, clothes, everywhere.
and we used to sit on the docks, in the middle of october nights, after the fire had turned into embers. it was too cold to swim, but the stars would reflect on the lake water, seeming to double the twinkling, starry night sky. and you would show me all the constellations and tell me all the stories about each one. you’d probably told them a thousand times, but i never minded hearing them again.
it was just a handful of autumn nights in the middle of nowhere. they were just balls of fire and gas and dust thousands of miles away. they were just myths made up by people who had died and decayed long ago. but you made them into something worth noticing. i can’t remember one goddamn thing about the past 3 years of my life. but i remember every star and every story that every escaped your lips.
come back.
Today is autumn, it is a wonderful day, i like autumn, but i also like summer, which one do i take, hmph, i dunno, i wish i could form them both together, and lay in bed, and look at the stars and wonder, if i should go with summer or autumn, i like summer, but autumn sounds cool, autumn is cold, but summer is hot, i think ill go with spring, because it seems just right.
The autumn leaves fell and the autumn girl strolled down the street. Her lips were bright red and her nose rosy pink. Her dark brown hair blowing in the wind. She smiled and watched the orange leaves fall to the ground.
In California it seem as if we pass from summer directly in winter. One day i am sun bathing at the beach and the next day i am prepared to go out in the rain and put on my winter clothes, as if autumn had never existed.
As the leaves fall from the branches of the tree, there grows hope for a new beginning. That the next time spring comes, the leaves would turn greener than ever and that the flowers bloom more beautifully.
Autumn, contrary to its colors, was summer’s antithesis; lacking the warmth and camaraderie of the previous season, it was full of contemplating breezes and chilled with a solitary perspective.
The time that comes right after summer. It’s a bittersweet time for most. For children and young adults, it’s the time you return to school. For others it’s the time the leaves change from lush greens to beautiful shades of orange,red and yellow.
Autumn is the season we are in right now. It started with school, and then the changing of the colours in leaves. The weather became chillier, but still more bearable than winter. But, with every falling leaf, and every colder day, I feel autumn slowly slipping away.
all i see throught my window is the autumn, its seems to be peacefull but its in the middle of a battle. don’t know where is going but i am terrify it stay where’s its been all along, i’m terrify to stop moving, its part of life leaves must fall i must walk… it comes with life
Fall, leaves changing colors and falling off trees, my favorite season, my world awash in reds, oranges, yellows, and browns.
It was autumn. That late night gaunt that she finally said yes. The never ending answers flooded to me with mixed regret. That was autumn. the day I finally knew what life really meant. When, all I hoped for, all I longed for finally was mine. It was autumn. And no one can take that away…
Crunchy leaves underfoot, squirrels running round before the last days before they hibernate wear away. I walk from campus to 89th ave and 110th street, but even across 111th the world seems entirely separate. Even though the campus buildings are visible from the Alpha Gam house, it’s like I’m a mile away instead of a couple blocks, walking through leaves, past the Zete and Fiji houses, to the place that I comfortably call home.
The crunch of the leaves,
that remind kids of potato chips,
or maybe just calvin and hobbes.
The colours of warmth,
sharing their last embrace,
as winter seizes the day.
The crisp air,
mimicking the crisp bite of an apple
that two lovers share in the wind.
These moments are moments in themselves.
is a time for reflection. it’s a time for inspiration and do dream a bigger than one’s current situation. it’s a time for change; for the leaves and for people. it’s a time for warmth (internally and externally). it’s a time to appreciate the light that hits the trees. it’s a time to dress the part.
It’s the layers of scarves wrapped around necks, colors mimicking those of the leaves no longer on trees. It’s going out of your way to step on a particularly crunchy-looking leaf. It’s hot chai lattes rather than iced, it’s the smell of books and pens, it’s a new iTunes playlist.
Death and decay. Trees have no way to get rid of waste so they let it all fall away to the forest floor with their leaves so it rots and all the bright colours fade to ugly brown. How I love autumn. Firecrackers sparkle and the smell they leave behind hangs in the air for days.
Every cool night filled with autumn leaves.
Autumn leaves me cold and empty.
I wait for a hopeless winter.
Fall. Leaves begin to change colors. Autumn cold also be a name. Names are cool. some people are named summer too. havent met a winter yet. Autumn thats the season we are in. close to winter.. not really much summer left. i like the smell of fall and what outfits i get to wear. autumn has 7 letters in it.
Time to change. Into warmer clothes, taller shoes; time to put your big kid pants on.
the leaves are falling off the trees in October. Almost Halloween, children gather pumpkins and jump in piles of leaves to have fun.
i like leaves. leaves are my favorite color yellow and orange. i like fall. pumpkins are fun to carve. pumpkin seeds are delicious. y birthday is in fall. i like halloween, i was a bear and a jogger.
Falling leaves grace the pavement as cars go rolling by crunching gravel and cutting brisk autumn winds. The sky is dark and gloomy.
Fall. We don’t have autumn where I’m from. Red leaves. Red. Like the flames. The leaves come down so gently, Swaying. Cool breeze. Red. Red flaming hair. Beautiful.
The leaves are crunching under my quiet toes as I descend the the dark steps to the out of the way place I call my temporary home. I never appreciate the autumn as much as I do in these last two months of this year. It seems like everything needs to die and be reborn in a new and innocent way.
leaves falling, gliding to the ground. I am surrounded by the most glorious colors. I feel happy and cozy, ready to nest in for the winter while being gently refreshed by one last cool breath of summer.
This time,
This time things are going to get better,
And time, this time, would not falter,
Would not hinder,
I would not hold to this smelting, the melting, the everlasting heating,
Or the freezing, the burning cold, the harsh winds,
Or the wet rain, throwing the world away,
If only for a while,
Will leaves scatter, and
Tumble gently.
Fall back and spring forward. It’s so dark. My room mate already went to sleep and it’s not even midnight.. The idea that we should allow it become darker in the afternoon is terrible. Waking up is a little bit better but it is when we’re all relaxing after school and work that we want daylight.
it is the most beautiful season of them all, its colors of red and yellow and orange and that smell od dried leaves and wood that fill the air is always conforting, is like knowing soemthing is getting to its end but it also tells us the begening of something new
Fall and leaves. Orange and bright. Rakes, leaf piles and cold weather.
Autumn is the time of year when you realize it’s going to get cold soon and the leaves are going to start falling. You feel slightly sad that the warm weather and long summer days are over but look forward to relaxing in the house drinking hot chocolate on cold winter nights with the family.
i still remember the first time i truly tasted autumn.
the leaves. the chill.
the atmosphere just seemed to fit me. i felt completely happy.
fuck florida.
It occurs to me I am now in the Autumn of my life. Nought – twenty = Spring. Twenty – forty = Summer… So, it’s now Autumn. I’d like to spend it basking in the still Summer warmth. I’m not keen on the chill of Winter setting in.
wet ,rain ,wind ,crisp mornings, leafs,long walks,hats,scarfs,freshness,pathways covered in leafs,autumn pictures
the most beautiful time of the year. tragic and full of secrets. so much beauty from death yet so refreshing. mysterious. peace calm oneness. fright and bravery
leaves falling colors changing vibrant fresh apples pumpkins cinnamon red yellow orange green gold crimson rough edges scarf season fall back no sleep tonight running through the woods darker sooner colder jackets on layers warm blankets cuddling with you fireside sweatshirts
autumn is beautiful, it smells like apple pie. crunchy leaves are pretty rad. i love me some apples. pumpkin picking is a common activity. all i can think about when i think “autumn” is denim jackets and fun nights. autumn is rad.
It’s the time of year. Everything browns. Most just fall. Either way, we all know winter is near.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
the leaves are dying.
i don’t want them to leave, not truly-
they have been my friends.
when i held them in my hands,
when i spoke of dreams-
they listened.
they listened,
and i laughed and called myself crazy
but they told me i was just fine.
it wasn’t crazy to believe in magic.
it was crazy to think things would never change.
it was crazy to think that they would never die.
so now i lie here
and cup their withering stems in my hands
and inhale of sweet spice and orange and sunlight
and they won’t talk back to me.
their necks are snapped off at the vertebrae-
their lives are over.
i feel guilty for loving their corpses scattered over the ground
crisp and torn and all variations of blood-shades,
but sometimes when i lay in them
i can hear them still,
whispering of wicked winds and things to come
and how beautiful my eyes looked when i had hope.
i can hear their dying voices,
and it makes me feel alive
in a morbid but completely rational way.
it makes me think
i’m not alone.
Fall. October. Fall festivals at school. I grew up in KY and I remember the leaves changing color and falling onto the ground. Then we’d rake the leaves into a huge pile and jump into them…then do it all over again. We’d have leaves everywhere…in our hair, clothes, everywhere.
and we used to sit on the docks, in the middle of october nights, after the fire had turned into embers. it was too cold to swim, but the stars would reflect on the lake water, seeming to double the twinkling, starry night sky. and you would show me all the constellations and tell me all the stories about each one. you’d probably told them a thousand times, but i never minded hearing them again.
it was just a handful of autumn nights in the middle of nowhere. they were just balls of fire and gas and dust thousands of miles away. they were just myths made up by people who had died and decayed long ago. but you made them into something worth noticing. i can’t remember one goddamn thing about the past 3 years of my life. but i remember every star and every story that every escaped your lips.
come back.
Today is autumn, it is a wonderful day, i like autumn, but i also like summer, which one do i take, hmph, i dunno, i wish i could form them both together, and lay in bed, and look at the stars and wonder, if i should go with summer or autumn, i like summer, but autumn sounds cool, autumn is cold, but summer is hot, i think ill go with spring, because it seems just right.
fall leaves pretty cold crunchy collors foliage happy sweet nice calm hectic abrupt lovely uncertain strange distracted purple stars fading trees branches chipmunks
The autumn leaves fell and the autumn girl strolled down the street. Her lips were bright red and her nose rosy pink. Her dark brown hair blowing in the wind. She smiled and watched the orange leaves fall to the ground.
In California it seem as if we pass from summer directly in winter. One day i am sun bathing at the beach and the next day i am prepared to go out in the rain and put on my winter clothes, as if autumn had never existed.