Autumn is a beautiful season, nice chilly weather. its the time where you start getting into the holiday spirit. time period where you prepare for the winter. Orange, brown and golds
Autumn trees stood on both sides of the house, their leaves brilliant hues of red and gold. Children played in the yard laughing jubilantly in the crisp air. How she longed for a house of her own like that.
Spring may be the season for rebirth, but autumn is the season of changing. The leaves turn pretty colors before they begin their free-fall, leaving the only home they’ve ever known as the tree prepares for the winter. Every year I watch this cycle take place, and can’t help but wonder why it works the way it does. The repetition of change seems counterproductive to me…
On the night you left, the leaves started falling. I know you don’t remember, it was so long ago, but the image always stuck with me. They were so golden. It was beautiful.
It’s like transition forever and you’re moving far too fast to realize until the leaves are all crunchy under your feet and none remain living on branches as we once had done.
Autumn is my favorite time of the year. You get your jackets and hoodies out of the closet, unpack the jeans, and whip out the firewood and hot chocolate. Autumn is getting out of the blazing summer, and having nice weather, until the frigid winter comes. But in that sense, I do live in Missouri, so all the seasons are nice.
red and green and yellow, leaves spinning around and around cresting into the sky, a dusk sky with October crisp air, swirling off into November. Fogging breath, but the trees still writhe with all that color and the dead leaves scuttle across the cool sidewalks. The grass is still green and wafts in the wind. Frost hasn’t eaten everything yet.
its the coming of the cold. A gentle reminder to everybody that its time to pull out the scarves and the hats and start conditioning for the cold. It gives the countryside one last spurt of beauty before plunging into the winter
Running, i’m running through the forests of pa not really thinking just running breathing hard and my legs begging to be done. The cold air stinging my lungs and my eyes watering.
Autumn is the third season of one year. I love autumn because it does not like summer, so hot, and it does not like winter, too cold. Leaves are fall from trees in autumn, means something get old
cold, but not that cold, but not nice, just if you’re home with someone who’s warm and you can hold all day long.. its good to stay inside, is kind of beauty in it own way, but prefer summer or spring!
when I think of autumn I think of the beginning of the end. The leaves begin to fall, and winter will take them away and they will be gone. It also is the end of summer. The end of us. The things we had and the places we went, all are gone. New things are beginning for us though. And what the rest of the autumn does for us will be interesting to see
fall. leaves. trees turn pretty colors of gold and brown and yellow and fiery red. the air gets colder, chilly. the grass begins to shrivel and dry. halloween. making pumpkins. trick or treating.
if spring is the rebirth of mother nature, autumn is the deathbed.
slipping away in the silence, leaves like the last breaths falling so effortlessly.
falling into a slumber, the cycle continues and mother nature will awaken once again.
emily autumn nierman. one of my good friends. its a beautiful season with great colors, but it turns desolate very fast and quickly turns from fun colors to cold,bitter winter.
My friends all get really excited about autumn in New England. It’s supposedly beautiful, magical, wonderful – the kind of backdrop you’d want for a romantic marriage proposal or a weepy movie about middle-aged motherhood. I should know – I’ve lived in Boston and Cambridge for nearly five years now – but I never did quite get it. Leaves turning orange and yellow signifies one thing to me and one thing only: death (okay, two things, death and nature desktop backgrounds). It is an incontrovertible sign of decay, of the world’s and my own ultimate demise, of transience, of the truly unbearable lightness of being – seeing over and over again the agonizing indifference of the universe to the most precious and most disposable of all things: life.
my aunts potential first name instead it was sarah
the prettiest season all year long
orange yellow red and brown
other name is fall
september, october, november
leaves
autumn is the best season in the world, not too hot, not too cold, that smell in the air, the most beautiful leaves in the sky and on the ground…i could live in autumn all year round
Multicolored leaves, the color of our souls, spin to the ground relentlessly. Only the wind carries them down, in a free-for-all for their lives, just trying to stay in the air one moment longer than the other.
They could not be in the clouds anymore, they had to fall.
The only way to save them? To catch them.
I wish I could experience a real autumn. I would wear knit sweaters, curl up in a blanket, and drink hot chocolate every night. I’ve never seen the leaves change color. Not once. Someone get me out of here.
The leaves slowly drift across the pavement. I watch them with my good eye, my hand folded between the crease of my jacket to protect it from a nippy wind. Too many leaves have died and turned brown: you only have to look outside to know the season. The air is heavy but light at the same time, smelling thick with death but also of promise; snow is coming soon.
Drinking apple cider and picking twigs off our corduroy pants. The crunching of leaves under our new boots, tied up in scarves and hands in kitten mittens. Listening to new music and smiling through frigid nights over bonfires, earthy conversation stuck to us like glue. Oh, how I’ve missed you, Autumn, my dear friend, come back to me soon.
Like silver paintings, a smile to last a century
Autumn breeze
Colours of the farthest trees, burns shapes and sunset dreams
Crimson field falls from the sky
Twirling like ribbons, falling embers to the ground
Water turns with the falls of leaves, leaving a dance of patterns
Silhouetted forms sway from side to side
You are tomorrows waking sun
The leaves fell as I walked around, my hand feeling empty. I wanted nothing more than to be snuggled in my bed, content in the arms of the girl I loved. It was that time of year again where I wondered how I had gotten so lucky. As I watched a leaf fall, I shake my head at the irony, that I too, fell for Autumn.
i love when the leaves change. It’s sad for me to see summer, my favorite season, go away, but I love the crisp feel of the air and the way you can start to see your breath in the mornings. I love the smells and wearing sweaters. I love boots and drinking hot chocolate and walks in parks on the weekends.
Autumn is a beautiful season. This is the time of year when football starts, leaves start changing and the hot summer turns into a crisp, cool day. Autumn is the time of year when us kids get to watch our dads rake up the leaves and play in them.
To see the autumn leaves with you would make me so happy. I would hold your hand and kiss your cheek and admire the way your cheeks turns like the leaves. The color would be warm like your skin. It would be warm like my heart. We would talk like when we were kids. Laugh like no other couple. Love as if today, in the autumn, was our last day together.
The orange and yellow and brown leaves are what I live for every year. Driving through the itty bitty canyon on the way to what used to be my grandparents’ house. I always loved driving through in awe and seeing the colorful pallet of leaves. I haven’t been there in the past three or four years.
Apple cider and twigs on corduroy pants, crunching leaves under news boots and scarves tied snug around our necks. Flushed cheeks and hayrides, pumpkin picking and frigid nights. Listening to One Direction. Hah. I love to fall.
we walked beneath lamp light
in the dark, our shadows
stretching taller than our souls.
the orange air settled across our tight backs,
the texture of our words drowned out
by the childish laughter.
The leaves always remind me of her. The red of her hair stuck out as the leaves do against the green grass. I used to like this season when I was a kid. Jumping in leaves and starting school. Now school is more like a prison, and this time of the year only reminds me of her. I don’t feel happy when it comes anymore. I feel empty.
The smell of the air is crisp
Layers start to come on
Like the reverse peeling of an onion
It’s time to start packing our souls
And hide everything away
For the long cold to come
And put us to sleep
Autumn is a beautiful season, nice chilly weather. its the time where you start getting into the holiday spirit. time period where you prepare for the winter. Orange, brown and golds
autumn is my favorite. I love everything about it, except my sadness. I want this season to pass
Autumn trees stood on both sides of the house, their leaves brilliant hues of red and gold. Children played in the yard laughing jubilantly in the crisp air. How she longed for a house of her own like that.
Spring may be the season for rebirth, but autumn is the season of changing. The leaves turn pretty colors before they begin their free-fall, leaving the only home they’ve ever known as the tree prepares for the winter. Every year I watch this cycle take place, and can’t help but wonder why it works the way it does. The repetition of change seems counterproductive to me…
On the night you left, the leaves started falling. I know you don’t remember, it was so long ago, but the image always stuck with me. They were so golden. It was beautiful.
I miss you everyday.
It’s like transition forever and you’re moving far too fast to realize until the leaves are all crunchy under your feet and none remain living on branches as we once had done.
Autumn is my favorite time of the year. You get your jackets and hoodies out of the closet, unpack the jeans, and whip out the firewood and hot chocolate. Autumn is getting out of the blazing summer, and having nice weather, until the frigid winter comes. But in that sense, I do live in Missouri, so all the seasons are nice.
red and green and yellow, leaves spinning around and around cresting into the sky, a dusk sky with October crisp air, swirling off into November. Fogging breath, but the trees still writhe with all that color and the dead leaves scuttle across the cool sidewalks. The grass is still green and wafts in the wind. Frost hasn’t eaten everything yet.
its the coming of the cold. A gentle reminder to everybody that its time to pull out the scarves and the hats and start conditioning for the cold. It gives the countryside one last spurt of beauty before plunging into the winter
Running, i’m running through the forests of pa not really thinking just running breathing hard and my legs begging to be done. The cold air stinging my lungs and my eyes watering.
Autumn is the third season of one year. I love autumn because it does not like summer, so hot, and it does not like winter, too cold. Leaves are fall from trees in autumn, means something get old
cold, but not that cold, but not nice, just if you’re home with someone who’s warm and you can hold all day long.. its good to stay inside, is kind of beauty in it own way, but prefer summer or spring!
when I think of autumn I think of the beginning of the end. The leaves begin to fall, and winter will take them away and they will be gone. It also is the end of summer. The end of us. The things we had and the places we went, all are gone. New things are beginning for us though. And what the rest of the autumn does for us will be interesting to see
fall. leaves. trees turn pretty colors of gold and brown and yellow and fiery red. the air gets colder, chilly. the grass begins to shrivel and dry. halloween. making pumpkins. trick or treating.
fall like with a nice breeze temp gets a lot cooler, pumpkin patches, corn mazes, thanksgiving! leaves change on trees.
leaves crackly underfoot; little ones posing in piles; still lakes and scampering squirrels.
if spring is the rebirth of mother nature, autumn is the deathbed.
slipping away in the silence, leaves like the last breaths falling so effortlessly.
falling into a slumber, the cycle continues and mother nature will awaken once again.
emily autumn nierman. one of my good friends. its a beautiful season with great colors, but it turns desolate very fast and quickly turns from fun colors to cold,bitter winter.
My friends all get really excited about autumn in New England. It’s supposedly beautiful, magical, wonderful – the kind of backdrop you’d want for a romantic marriage proposal or a weepy movie about middle-aged motherhood. I should know – I’ve lived in Boston and Cambridge for nearly five years now – but I never did quite get it. Leaves turning orange and yellow signifies one thing to me and one thing only: death (okay, two things, death and nature desktop backgrounds). It is an incontrovertible sign of decay, of the world’s and my own ultimate demise, of transience, of the truly unbearable lightness of being – seeing over and over again the agonizing indifference of the universe to the most precious and most disposable of all things: life.
my aunts potential first name instead it was sarah
the prettiest season all year long
orange yellow red and brown
other name is fall
september, october, november
leaves
autumn is the best season in the world, not too hot, not too cold, that smell in the air, the most beautiful leaves in the sky and on the ground…i could live in autumn all year round
Multicolored leaves, the color of our souls, spin to the ground relentlessly. Only the wind carries them down, in a free-for-all for their lives, just trying to stay in the air one moment longer than the other.
They could not be in the clouds anymore, they had to fall.
The only way to save them? To catch them.
I wish I could experience a real autumn. I would wear knit sweaters, curl up in a blanket, and drink hot chocolate every night. I’ve never seen the leaves change color. Not once. Someone get me out of here.
The leaves slowly drift across the pavement. I watch them with my good eye, my hand folded between the crease of my jacket to protect it from a nippy wind. Too many leaves have died and turned brown: you only have to look outside to know the season. The air is heavy but light at the same time, smelling thick with death but also of promise; snow is coming soon.
Drinking apple cider and picking twigs off our corduroy pants. The crunching of leaves under our new boots, tied up in scarves and hands in kitten mittens. Listening to new music and smiling through frigid nights over bonfires, earthy conversation stuck to us like glue. Oh, how I’ve missed you, Autumn, my dear friend, come back to me soon.
leaves in the trees jumping in them pumpkins
trick or treat thanksgiving halloween marshmallows hot chocolate
school holidays
Like silver paintings, a smile to last a century
Autumn breeze
Colours of the farthest trees, burns shapes and sunset dreams
Crimson field falls from the sky
Twirling like ribbons, falling embers to the ground
Water turns with the falls of leaves, leaving a dance of patterns
Silhouetted forms sway from side to side
You are tomorrows waking sun
The leaves fell as I walked around, my hand feeling empty. I wanted nothing more than to be snuggled in my bed, content in the arms of the girl I loved. It was that time of year again where I wondered how I had gotten so lucky. As I watched a leaf fall, I shake my head at the irony, that I too, fell for Autumn.
i love when the leaves change. It’s sad for me to see summer, my favorite season, go away, but I love the crisp feel of the air and the way you can start to see your breath in the mornings. I love the smells and wearing sweaters. I love boots and drinking hot chocolate and walks in parks on the weekends.
Autumn is a beautiful season. This is the time of year when football starts, leaves start changing and the hot summer turns into a crisp, cool day. Autumn is the time of year when us kids get to watch our dads rake up the leaves and play in them.
To see the autumn leaves with you would make me so happy. I would hold your hand and kiss your cheek and admire the way your cheeks turns like the leaves. The color would be warm like your skin. It would be warm like my heart. We would talk like when we were kids. Laugh like no other couple. Love as if today, in the autumn, was our last day together.
The orange and yellow and brown leaves are what I live for every year. Driving through the itty bitty canyon on the way to what used to be my grandparents’ house. I always loved driving through in awe and seeing the colorful pallet of leaves. I haven’t been there in the past three or four years.
Apple cider and twigs on corduroy pants, crunching leaves under news boots and scarves tied snug around our necks. Flushed cheeks and hayrides, pumpkin picking and frigid nights. Listening to One Direction. Hah. I love to fall.
we walked beneath lamp light
in the dark, our shadows
stretching taller than our souls.
the orange air settled across our tight backs,
the texture of our words drowned out
by the childish laughter.
The leaves always remind me of her. The red of her hair stuck out as the leaves do against the green grass. I used to like this season when I was a kid. Jumping in leaves and starting school. Now school is more like a prison, and this time of the year only reminds me of her. I don’t feel happy when it comes anymore. I feel empty.
I remember the autumn of ’08. The trees were so vibrant then. It wasn’t just the trees. It was everyone, filled with so much joy and optimism.
autumn leaves are falling, just like all our smiles. our tans they fade, our feelings sway. and the sky is getting darker.
fun halloween boyfriends cuddling ;leaves cold fav holiday my birthday best season ever
The smell of the air is crisp
Layers start to come on
Like the reverse peeling of an onion
It’s time to start packing our souls
And hide everything away
For the long cold to come
And put us to sleep
fall breeze leaves change death cold