An amazing season its very colourful and reminds me of love. The leaves set the world on fire and make it so beautiful. Its my favorite season besides winter. Autumn is a time to spend with family friends and your love.
Autumn is the euphemistic word they use for getting old. Because it sounds nice. You know, leaves turning red and golden. Also drying out, shriveling up and dying.
What they didn’t realize when using this comparison, is after autumn comes winter, but invariably after winter spring comes again and so it goes on in circles for eternity. Or anyway for as long as the earth keeps turning and global warming doesn’t fry us all up.
autumn represents the bright colors that surround us in trees and and warm look in the sky that resembles a fireplace. The weather is comforting yet cold enough that you bring warm clothes.
I like autumn I guess. It’s good. It’s a good time of the year. It can also be called fall. You can fall into fall. Or you can walk. It’s a great time of year. It’s the time taht pumpkin spice thihngs happen. I love pumpkin spice lattes. I hate pumpkin pie. It’s gross.
I could almost cry as I was engulfed by the red hues around me. I picked up a fallen leaf and made a wish. If only I could he see this beauty with me. There was nothing quite like autumn that could intensify my longing.
Lay me down in the hot summer sun
Anyway, its the least you could’ve done
And in the autumn when the leaves begin to fall
You’ll start to realize I’m not so bad after all
it’s my favorite season. spring is to much of a cliche. there is something delicious about it where we can hear crunchiness and taste it and smell it, hold the orange-ness and yellow-ness in our hands and against a dark blue sky.
Autumn is so cliche, or so she thinks. She’s a poet who writes of spring and summer and dreary winter, but she hates autumn because everyone finds it too pensive, too emo, and too thanksgiving. She’s not mediocre, and she’s not a follower, and she hates how people feel like they’re real poets just because they talk about autumn.
But then, as long as you lace blank sheets with pretty words, anyone would call you a poet.
I love the autumn. It was breathtaking to watch the leaves change by degrees each day; it seems like only yesterday I dismissed the Fall Foliage festival and said, “The leaves haven’t even changed.”
And now they’ve run through their cycles; leaves are on the ground, their brilliant colors reduced to that elevation. Fall is coming to a close, and winter is fast on its heels.
It’s not Autumn, it’s Spring. Here at least. But I guess it is the Autumn of the year, as it fades to a close. All to be reborn with the blast of fireworks.
Well this word doesn’t really bring anything to my mind. I don’t know my sezasond thaty well as you can tell. Ok well let me think for a minute. Ok, atumn is also known as fall. This is where the trees turn orange i think. The grass becomes very green or brown.
Orange and red leaves surround our small chilly town. The wind is blowing and everybody is slowly putting on their fall clothes. Pumpkin pie and turkey are out for thankgivivng. the best time of the year. Perfect wethaer, perfect colors
The leaves turn to their emotions now forgeting thoughts of prose of the previous months. The cold comes with its kisses lifting them away to somewher, somewhere beyond the reaches of humanity. T
breana
Autumn is a seasoas the best weather that has the best weather and i love it this makes me think about the leaves falling and a nice festival. Autumn also called fall was made as a theme in my dance and it had more than one meaning.
Alyssa VW
Autumn. What a beautiful word. It describes many colors. Symbolizes change and the passing of time. Such a wonderful tiime of year. It’s winds sing through the trees, blow through the columns of the ancient greek monuments, and carry words spoken since the begining of time!
I love autumn it is a lovely time of time of the year. The smell of the leaves and the crunch as you step on them is so lovely to hear. The colors of fall.
the best time of the yuear when the leaves are falling and the weather is cooling off. Everyone seems happier and every meal seems full this is when thanksgiving comes and i can eat all the pumpkin pie i want.
Autumn is fire, cool, dowered with empty leaves and the not-so-empty threat of colder days still. Leaves become skeletons, brittle but infested, Autumn wreathes her gowns with damp and decay beneath the facade of dry fire, warmth, the glory of trees in an endless park and walks forever steeped in romanticism.
I saw you for the first time beneath the changing autumn tree. You looked at the fiery leaves with complete concentration without a single care or thought for those around you. Amidst the chaotic city, you looked on at the world with a childlike wonder that made my heart stop.
Leaves of gold, whispering winds, ghosts of the past and words of the present, twist and change our future. Rustling noises as leaves scrape against the road, could be spirits trying to speak a warning
Autumn leaves–the eternal symbol of wistfulness for better times. Or, as Paul described them: squashed bugs. In human affairs autumn is more a time of beginning and renewal than is spring.
the autumn sun shone down on the balcony of trees in their back yard, who knew what a sort of night the cool air would bring. I could not think of a better time than this. she quickly grabbed my hand as the wind bustled and fought with the leaves, an epic battle soon to be won as the summer sun set in the distance.
“why don’t we come here more ofter?” she asked, mild amusement watching the birds land and flutter away.
“you know why.” i said. I was not sure that she did. I gave her little of my situation and less of the reasons. Im a bastard like that.
Autumn has colours that other season lack. It defines the turning of another year. It is something to look forward to, pulling people together back from their far flung holidays to be cold together in london. The leaves drop but they are not to be mourned, but picked up and appreciated.
The leaves turn orange and fall to the ground where children run through them dressed in their bobbly hats as the weather grows ever solder. They hold baskets and cheerfully collect chestnuts to bring home and make into necklaces. Their cheeks are rosy in the cold but their moyths are stretched in broad smiled of joy.
Autumn is probably my favorite time of year–all apple orchards and light scarves. The air always makes me nostalgic. Watching the leaves change colors is bittersweet. Going to the apple orchard near my house and biting into one of their amazing apples for the first time.
I have heard of the many seasons that is welcome in other countries abroad, however here at home we are not that privileged. Autumn is one of those seasons that prepare for the rebirth of life, whether it is that of the trees or the flower of the plant.
The second best time of the year. Winter is number one and then autumn. Why? because it’s cold, time to rug up and hide fat rolls under layers and layers of clothes. The leaves are also a great colour.
leaves are falling from the sky, like a seasonal apocalypse – beautiful in death. I wish I were a temporary red, orange, green or brown. For this minute.
Autumn…
A time of colour, but also of fading
A reminder that nothing lasts forever
A reaping of labour rewarded
And a knowledge that this death won’t be forever
Autumn is a nothing time, a nothing season. It means that shit dies. Shit goes away, life leaves. The trees are not gold; they’re just gilded. If you stand real close to an autumn thing, you can smell it die.
Leaves that falls
The wind in your hair
the smell of death
in the air
A reminder that winter
Will soon be upon us
Erasing the memories
we keep in our hearts
Fall. I’m falling. Summer was a high I didn’t want to end. But it’s fading, and I’m crashing. Falling into coldness and sloth.
An amazing season its very colourful and reminds me of love. The leaves set the world on fire and make it so beautiful. Its my favorite season besides winter. Autumn is a time to spend with family friends and your love.
ah the leaves, the cold, the warmth, the snow, the rain, the season
ah your eyes, your smile, your laugh, your hands in mine, our hearts all clasped.
I have fallen in love with you, in the season.
Autumn is the euphemistic word they use for getting old. Because it sounds nice. You know, leaves turning red and golden. Also drying out, shriveling up and dying.
What they didn’t realize when using this comparison, is after autumn comes winter, but invariably after winter spring comes again and so it goes on in circles for eternity. Or anyway for as long as the earth keeps turning and global warming doesn’t fry us all up.
autumn represents the bright colors that surround us in trees and and warm look in the sky that resembles a fireplace. The weather is comforting yet cold enough that you bring warm clothes.
I like autumn I guess. It’s good. It’s a good time of the year. It can also be called fall. You can fall into fall. Or you can walk. It’s a great time of year. It’s the time taht pumpkin spice thihngs happen. I love pumpkin spice lattes. I hate pumpkin pie. It’s gross.
I could almost cry as I was engulfed by the red hues around me. I picked up a fallen leaf and made a wish. If only I could he see this beauty with me. There was nothing quite like autumn that could intensify my longing.
autumn leaves lie crisp
Lay me down in the hot summer sun
Anyway, its the least you could’ve done
And in the autumn when the leaves begin to fall
You’ll start to realize I’m not so bad after all
it’s my favorite season. spring is to much of a cliche. there is something delicious about it where we can hear crunchiness and taste it and smell it, hold the orange-ness and yellow-ness in our hands and against a dark blue sky.
Autumn is so cliche, or so she thinks. She’s a poet who writes of spring and summer and dreary winter, but she hates autumn because everyone finds it too pensive, too emo, and too thanksgiving. She’s not mediocre, and she’s not a follower, and she hates how people feel like they’re real poets just because they talk about autumn.
But then, as long as you lace blank sheets with pretty words, anyone would call you a poet.
I love the autumn. It was breathtaking to watch the leaves change by degrees each day; it seems like only yesterday I dismissed the Fall Foliage festival and said, “The leaves haven’t even changed.”
And now they’ve run through their cycles; leaves are on the ground, their brilliant colors reduced to that elevation. Fall is coming to a close, and winter is fast on its heels.
It’s not Autumn, it’s Spring. Here at least. But I guess it is the Autumn of the year, as it fades to a close. All to be reborn with the blast of fireworks.
Well this word doesn’t really bring anything to my mind. I don’t know my sezasond thaty well as you can tell. Ok well let me think for a minute. Ok, atumn is also known as fall. This is where the trees turn orange i think. The grass becomes very green or brown.
Leaves, orange and red. Beauty almost dead, flowers that fall from the sky.
Orange and red leaves surround our small chilly town. The wind is blowing and everybody is slowly putting on their fall clothes. Pumpkin pie and turkey are out for thankgivivng. the best time of the year. Perfect wethaer, perfect colors
The leaves turn to their emotions now forgeting thoughts of prose of the previous months. The cold comes with its kisses lifting them away to somewher, somewhere beyond the reaches of humanity. T
breana
Autumn is a seasoas the best weather that has the best weather and i love it this makes me think about the leaves falling and a nice festival. Autumn also called fall was made as a theme in my dance and it had more than one meaning.
Alyssa VW
Autumn. What a beautiful word. It describes many colors. Symbolizes change and the passing of time. Such a wonderful tiime of year. It’s winds sing through the trees, blow through the columns of the ancient greek monuments, and carry words spoken since the begining of time!
I love autumn it is a lovely time of time of the year. The smell of the leaves and the crunch as you step on them is so lovely to hear. The colors of fall.
the beauty of mother nature when seasons come. her leaves turn the color of a warm autumn color that resembles the pure sense of joy.
The beggining of the end; and end to the beggining.
the best time of the yuear when the leaves are falling and the weather is cooling off. Everyone seems happier and every meal seems full this is when thanksgiving comes and i can eat all the pumpkin pie i want.
Autumn is fire, cool, dowered with empty leaves and the not-so-empty threat of colder days still. Leaves become skeletons, brittle but infested, Autumn wreathes her gowns with damp and decay beneath the facade of dry fire, warmth, the glory of trees in an endless park and walks forever steeped in romanticism.
I saw you for the first time beneath the changing autumn tree. You looked at the fiery leaves with complete concentration without a single care or thought for those around you. Amidst the chaotic city, you looked on at the world with a childlike wonder that made my heart stop.
I could not help but feel a need to know you.
Leaves of gold, whispering winds, ghosts of the past and words of the present, twist and change our future. Rustling noises as leaves scrape against the road, could be spirits trying to speak a warning
Autumn leaves–the eternal symbol of wistfulness for better times. Or, as Paul described them: squashed bugs. In human affairs autumn is more a time of beginning and renewal than is spring.
the autumn sun shone down on the balcony of trees in their back yard, who knew what a sort of night the cool air would bring. I could not think of a better time than this. she quickly grabbed my hand as the wind bustled and fought with the leaves, an epic battle soon to be won as the summer sun set in the distance.
“why don’t we come here more ofter?” she asked, mild amusement watching the birds land and flutter away.
“you know why.” i said. I was not sure that she did. I gave her little of my situation and less of the reasons. Im a bastard like that.
Autumn has colours that other season lack. It defines the turning of another year. It is something to look forward to, pulling people together back from their far flung holidays to be cold together in london. The leaves drop but they are not to be mourned, but picked up and appreciated.
The leaves turn orange and fall to the ground where children run through them dressed in their bobbly hats as the weather grows ever solder. They hold baskets and cheerfully collect chestnuts to bring home and make into necklaces. Their cheeks are rosy in the cold but their moyths are stretched in broad smiled of joy.
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Autumn is probably my favorite time of year–all apple orchards and light scarves. The air always makes me nostalgic. Watching the leaves change colors is bittersweet. Going to the apple orchard near my house and biting into one of their amazing apples for the first time.
I have heard of the many seasons that is welcome in other countries abroad, however here at home we are not that privileged. Autumn is one of those seasons that prepare for the rebirth of life, whether it is that of the trees or the flower of the plant.
The second best time of the year. Winter is number one and then autumn. Why? because it’s cold, time to rug up and hide fat rolls under layers and layers of clothes. The leaves are also a great colour.
leaves are falling from the sky, like a seasonal apocalypse – beautiful in death. I wish I were a temporary red, orange, green or brown. For this minute.
Autumn…
A time of colour, but also of fading
A reminder that nothing lasts forever
A reaping of labour rewarded
And a knowledge that this death won’t be forever
An orange glow hit the corner of my eye. It approaches in sweet, soft under tones, utter smoothly, softly in golden sotto voce. Autumn.
Orange, brown, gold. Long streets lined with trees that are turning colors. It’s so soothing. If only I didn’t live in the desert.
Autumn is a nothing time, a nothing season. It means that shit dies. Shit goes away, life leaves. The trees are not gold; they’re just gilded. If you stand real close to an autumn thing, you can smell it die.