autumn
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Slave girl unchained yesterday
sings an unchained melody
Freedom tastes so honey sweet
Dancers rock the drumming beat
She is breathing freedoms air
Free of shackles,free of care
Burning gold
the worlds ablaze
with leaves
They scitter- scatter
wind blown lasses
in tattered dresses
The leaves are changing color,
My dear.
I can’t believe it’s been a year.
Your silence could never have been more clear.
Fall, the season of falling leaves crunching beneath our boots, the season of apple cider and pumkin spice
Autumn, the present season
Changes of cadences and colors
It's a very charming time
Summer is over, the new season has begun.It's my 2nd favorite season, I love the Autumn.The leaves are changing color and falling from the trees.The Autumn is a wonderful season and it is sure to please.
We are in September
Summer just lost her limbs
Her warmth, her beauty and her tenderness.
I always used to say I hated summer
Something about the heat
Or the sun burns
Or the bugs flying around
No matter where you go
But it wasn’t entirely true
You see
It’s true that I hated summer
Harvest is over,Crops are in, andFalls's first killing frostStirs feelings of melancholySustained by winter's cold,With its bare trees,Migration, hibernation,Wisdom of fallow fields and
autumn reflectionswrinkled leaves wrinkled facesmourning dead leaves....Mark Toney © 2021.9/25/2021 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you)
The season of Autum makes me sneeze
But the rewards are those of high
With a gentle wind & a moderate breeze
A view of my dreams race sky-high
I like a day with half filled trees
The simple joy of autumn leaves
Warm, gold hues on a sullen creek
The beauty of their short descent
The ephemeral life we all are meant
They fall onto the winter ground
The crunch of my soles against the fallen leaves mirrored that of the crisp smoke infiltrating my raw lungs, a trembling hand thawing from the flame rippling against the chipped paint upon my fingers.
Autumn flowers
Flowers withered by the march of time and season
Yet I find it very vivid to my heart and reason
Displayed in plain, on the table - a craft made
Where the wandering of my pen is inlaid
Autumn,
season of my birth,
season of golden- hued
leaves
some are
crimson or russet, crinckled and fallen...
These leaves and
leavings
showing that change is in the air
The autumn rain, A heavenly home,Through teary eyes Falls soft and slow,A gentle rhythm, Clammy toes: The autumn preludeSong for snow.
All the plants have died
Even the final rose
The leaves are falling more and more
As the wind blows
The mornings darker
The days quicker
The wind blows harder
The lights flicker
Do you know?
Many months ago,
When it was still summer,
Sun high and mighty,
Flowers in full bloom,
The foliage over the hills,
Waters fresh in rivulets,
Birds still chirping free,
I am the firstborn Prince of Autumn,
Asked how to save oneself from the cliffs edge, and how I saved myself.
I do not know where to begin my story,
The seasons are all changing, the schedule of the day is rearranging.
It's finally time to put the shorts away, and to bring the sweaters out for the cold days.
And here I go again
Off to the books
Soon I'll be weeping on them
Wetting the very pages I hungrily eat through in October
I'll miss how the sun felt on my skin
it’s late at night i’m laying in the grass with warm company and a full day in my past leaving me feeling filled to the brimthere’s a smell of kids running in the streets and jumping in pools
Rain descends from the clouds above. The darkness looms, covers and devours your love. Leaves fall, die and turn to dust. Inside you is this burning lust. A desire to be free. To open your eyes and see.
The leaves are changing,
The seasons are rearranging.
The Summer is leaving,
The kids are grieving.
Time for sweaters,
and more chilly weather.
Hot coffee or hot chocolate in hand,
When falls approaches, I feel the wind blowing blistfully on my face.
The colorful leaves fall so gently from the trees.
I picture a breathtaking decidous forest.
I see a teenage boy as innocent as he can be.
autumnhides the keyto the sunlight:
green emeraldsare going out at my feet
and wordsare going undergroundjust like water
Tiny dancer, fastened to her tree
High above; the earth below.
Poised, ready: autumn prompts
Costumed, she tiptoes close...
-
She's dressed in nature's finest,
Coverings so delicate, ever-changing
Tiny dancer falling from the sky
Pirrouetting off her twiggy perch
Then twirling gently, gradually,
Descending to the ground below
-
While in her mid-air journey
She joins a fancy troupe:
The fall was harsh, the winter was bitter.
A frozen field failed to yield spring life
except for one flower. It was no quitter.
It pushed and pounded on the ice in strife
Painted leaves and cups of warm nostalgia mask the chill of fog and muted gray
Melancholy breaths reveal the fleeting ghosts of those we wish we’d held longer
… september
breath of lazy in the breeze
nuts
and berries dripping juice
dappled sunlight, ancient trees remembering -
old summer
memories of hazy dusks and blue twilights
Under autumn sun and shadow
Cool air flows within and without, hands clasping wet earth, surrounded by fallen leaves
Ah yes! Autumn leaves; filled with the flames of summer, and the youthful spirit of Spring
Fallen leaves and autumn trees
A chilly November dawn
When dreams won't take flight and wintry whispers wake
A man sits alone
76 MPH down I-85.
The tires rolling underneath
make me think of a galloping horse.
For five hours, I watch the scenery change
Towering city to
Abandoned town to
Blazing tree tops.
As the weather changesAnd seasons passI take in the worldSpinning around meSlowly, quickly
I see that day now,it’s gold-sunlight kissedwith apple crisp air on my lips.Tart laughter stained our cheeks,and our eyes glittered,feasting, on the velveteensincerity of each other.
Last night of October—we lay on the floorWarmly aligned from our shoulders to hipsBy the orange soda fizz of a loud movie scoreLast night of October—we lay on the floorIn the dusty blue attic beneath the trapdoor
This Autumn I placed a leaf near my work
Area on top my desk. It was red,
And I thought it would be a nice small quirk,
To have something I found in a leaf bed.
in autumn i think of you.
the way a leaf browns,
curls up, and floats along wind,
rustle becoming tremor becoming fall—
One foot in front of the other.
Boots crunch golden, brown, red leaves.
One foot in front of the, another.
Wind carries smoke from wood fire.
One foot in front of, one another.
Autumn
Is the season of fireworks in the trees
The tea time that never trully ends
Carpets of color layering the sidewalks
And plastic pumpkins by the door
Scarves and fleeces and boots
Linda Hayden
Maple Leaf
Marmalade colored trees blazed against the
cold, whirling skies overhead.
I picked up a maple leaf that showed itself
Hot tea,
soft sweaters,
whispers of the cold
Crunching leaves,
Fireplace burns,
Ghost stories told
Gold and orange, flowing colors
Both bright red and green
Fill your eyes full of wonder
For all that is seen
Candles glowing in the darkness
Among the dreary sky
But their ever glowing brightness
Shift in cognition
Frigid delusions take hold
Autumn of the mind
Concept Artist: Jimmy Law
Feeling the warm rays of golden sunlight,
their gentle touch carresing
my exposed skin
as I lay still listening, watching...
The murmurr of the leaves
a whispering all of the secrets never heard,
In Autumn mist I tread my way;
Through leaves of cold and dead decay
Such beauty do my eyes behold;
Looking outside my window
Through sorrowful eyes
The sky tells me its’s time
Gathering my strength
I walk into the cold
The sun decides to hide
Behind thick ashen clouds
Autumn gold
Covered the trees in late season,
Light glistening on the leaves
As hot cider is poured
Into mugs on the front porch.
When times have me feeling weak and weary
I know just where to go.
To the mountains I travel to make my life a little more cheery.
Pages rustle gently against the wind but do not stir from my thumb
Worlds of words wind their way to me and take me from my own
Now I sit in a tavern where Gareth is buying drinks for all
All these branches,
All these leaves,
They're changing colours,
Like women's weaves.
They're changing.
They're rearranging.
They're bearing all,
For the winter.
Autumn.
Crunch of the leaves.
Brisk wind caress your rosy cheeks.
Walking the path nature has paved for you.
Colors consisting of amber, yellows, reds swarm your eyesight.
Pockets of pebbles placed perfected.
It all begins with a single song
Drifting, fluttering, singing along.
The sweet scents of a thousand flowers
As they mingle through the air,
It only lasts for what seems an hour,
Woods brushed in rich glows,Brisk fragrant breeze sweeps the air,Fall shouts its hello.
Your pages so crisp like the dead fallen leaves
that like to go crunch with the chill Autumn breeze,
What else should I turn to whenever I'm sad.
Your fantastical worlds. Oh, they make me mad,
Leaves of gold, leaves like fire
They hit my face and the taste was bitter
But I laughed. And the sunlight poured down
Though the stained-glass canopy of leaves
The brown ones, they crunched
Love diesIn sunset eyes,And under the sunShe fades.
Through strange summer daysAnd dark autumn haze,My dreams take me farBeyond cosmic rays.
As the leafall season approaches,the trees become ablaze withfire leaves.
Indeed, the beautiful colorshave sparked the minds of manycloud thinkers.
I walk to
somewhere
on this grey day
within my life of shrewd colors
grey
In the grey
clouds above
I spot a flash
of light
Green grass implies Spring, here in this statuesque creation,
With flowers escalating from the earth, softening its foundation.
Walking in summer
is swimming,
legs cutting strokes
through mid-afternoon heat and humidity.
Dappled shade on the sidewalk
Leaves, wind, frost, air,
Red, orange, brown, gold;
Frost, air, wind, leaves,
Crsip, crunch, light, cold.
Smoke, gloves, stars, school,
Warm, sweet, bright, small;
They have stood their lastBut autumn is comingAnd the trees are the firstTo succumb to the changing days.Their leaves no longer lively and green,But now gorgeous shades of yellow and red.
The hardwoods cry in color this time of year
As the sun sets an owls call from within the deep hollow can be heard clear
There is no path to follow, not one less traveled by, no direction to steer
October air whistles and kicks
Against every side of my skull
Chilling my heart again
I'm whisked away
The wind is chilled
crisp as the dead leaves
Cold but the knitted pleasant sweater keep me warm
The ground crunches with every step in my autumn boots
Child at play; playing in the leaves
The Fall is a feeling, not a time or place.
It is orange and brown, and the nips of wind blowing.
It's broccoli and cheese, and the rustle of leaves
I dream of it.
The crisp cool wind on my skin.
The crunching of the fallen leaves under my feet.
The smell of cider, spiced treats, and homemade meals.
I long for it.
Sitting on this Ferris wheel with you,
A leaf slapped me in the face.
And I was thinking, it was painted in the same hue as your eyes--
Brown--
like a tea sieve
filtering windfall colors.
The sundried day was cold,
and bird-eyed students waded
through the tea-thick air
on their way from class,
Surrounded by my brothers
And yet I am alone.
We grew together, weather storms
And cuddled amongst parched leaves.
We are strewn across the fields
Autumn
Leaves fall on the ground
Red, yellow, green, orange, brown
Fills the ground with love
The heat of summer
The perfume of warm caramel married to spiced pumpkin permeates the amiable atmosphereThe stifling heat stammers a tired goodbye and welcomes the blushing breeze
A morning sky has never been so steel grey,Electric blue peeking through at random,The sunlight barely streaks with day,Giving hope in false silver linings,The threat of rain fills the air with pompous smells,
The wind gently blows. The leaves fall from the trees, down down down they go. The smell of marshmellows roasting in the campfire fills the autum air. There's a sudden rustling of crisp leaves. Campfire songs are sung.
I think I was confused
when you said death was beautiful.
Because I remember I agreed.
Who knew the month of October
could nourish my spirit and
comfort my eyes wth a
warmth of pure light and a never-ending bliss?
Gold is delicately interwoven in the
Crisp air, pumpkin spice, gloomy skys.
Ringing of a bell, and a rush of young kids.
Laughing of old jokes lost in the separtion of summer.
Sharpen pencils, and new books.
Sniffling of colds and curing of hot coco
Oh! The leaves crunch beneath my feet
And the only human sound is my heartbeat!
Looking to the horizon, I see the changing trees;
Their glorious, colorful beauty makes me quiver at the knees.
A special poem for you from me a special bond no one can see I’m thankful for all the things you have done for me I’m thankful for you always being there cause when my heart was hurt I felt like no one cared for me but when I need someone to vent
Coffees in our hands, smoke in our mouths.
The morning is nearly-silent, hoarse mutterings.
Chipped teeth on glass bottles, pounding bass.
Sticky fumblings, trembling hands.
Sweat.
Black and white days with overcast waves, gently fade away the summer daze.
The leaves, they break up with the trees and fall helplessly for the dew kissed ground.
A spectrum of green and brown that bring with them a warm sound.
The sun is hot, the wind is low
and soft against your face.
The trees are green, their shadows
tall and cool in their embrace.
The grass is bright, the flowers vivid,
and swaying in the breeze.
A fallen leaf,
An empty street,
Cool air in my chest,
It’s the time of the year I like best,
Silence all around,
No animals to make any sound,
Time seems to stand still,
The leaves are falling
slowly, gently, scattered
It’s a little windy,
not breezing, not so strong
The clouds stroll in;
they strengthen the ice blue sky.
The orange and red
pop against puffs of heavy rain.
Sweaters unearthed from cobwebs and dust.
Warm maroons and toasty browns
Rich caramel leaves
Once green and full of life
Lie anxiously, waiting
For pressure to end their strife
Controlled by wind
Frail and frightened
As the days grow shorter
Why do the leaves turn yellow?
If yellow plus blue makes green,
Then it would sure seem,
Like the trees retract their blue blood,
Into their trunks colored like mud.
Royal resources of nature
Not the common joys
of laughter and hobbies
but the impossible.
Certainty.
Certainty brings me joy.
Knowing that I will be secure
that I will succeed
that I can make it into college
Oh Doctor, my Doctor grinning infectiouslybrown pinstriped suit, brown hair, brown eyes
Grass that grows up to my knees,
The sounds of soft fluttering leaves in the trees,
I lay my head on soft pillows in bed at night,
Watching out of my window the distant stars that shine so bright.
It’s been a long time without you,
This leaf burning season is always so hard,
I have so many memories I want to relive
But I won’t hold back or leave my heart guarded.
As the hot days turn cold.
The leaves turn gold.
School comes by in a rush.
All the birds is silenced with a hush.
The fresh wind blows freely.
The warmth of hot and cold air is guaranteed.
Just feel the cool breeze blowing gently all around, and listen to the warm-colored leaves scatter gently across the ground
Heavy sunshine sets the leaves aflame
Until, by and by, it doth remain.
But then it cools and remains no more
I remember growing old right here
Sitting on the porch in the late fall air
As all around me yellow leaves twirled
To the ground
And I can feel the autumn breeze
With it’s chill and knobbly knees
As the seasons collide,
The persistence grows,
The uncontested eagle flies,
The adversity merely shows.
From start to finish, the flag is raised,
Time is of the essences,
The leaves on the treesFall every autumnIf they can fallWhy can't I?
I'm drifting downwardsAway from youIf someone doesn't snatch meI'll be gone.
The orangey yellow autumn trees never looked so stunningDriving by, no one but myself at my side
What We Really See
Nature is all around us
Branches flow with the wind
Leaves fall from the trees
There is a certain lullaby
that floats through the air in spring
with its bright, vibrant colors
and cool, gentle bliss
the lullaby is the song
that Mother Nature sings
in her warm, breathy way
What I’m Thankful For
When asked to speak, I figured, hey! This will be easy.
As I began to think of what to say, I grew slightly queasy.
In autumn, leaves should fall.
The roads colored with an intricate leaf tapestry,
But there are no leaves in the city.
The roads remain bare of any color
Except the yellow of taxicabs
I look at the autumn leaves falling all around.Crisp.Burnt.Golden.And then I remember how Sylvia Plath died,Choking on carbon monoxide andHoping for the end
Flowers and grass fade away, but God's word will never change, Leaves turn petals fall, Winds roar, Trees grow tall, Sun shines, Rivers gleam, From the depths of a rushing stream, Ending the river shrinks in size, To the river's great demise, Thro
Trees shed their festive garlands, so that you may wear the brilliant circlets of autumn, however brief they garnish your forehead with the golds and reds of royals.
the smell of pumpkin spice in the air
crunching leaves underfoot with high-heeled boots
golden candlelight illuminating from carved pumpkins
the sweet taste of warm apple cider in a red mug
Fall is upon us,
the cool air surprises me,
Fall Break overjoys.
Football rivalries,
The pep rallies are so tense,
Filled with school spirit.
It kills me to see you go though pain
It hurts me to see you make the same mistakes
Over and over again
I don’t understand
How can a person love someone
That broke their heart?
paradoxically invigorated
sleeveless in bitter arid wind
mummified autumn leaves trampled underfoot
sigh in relief, sinuses desiccated by the soured air
the roar of eighteen-wheelers
the hum of dying cicadas
Leaves turn to Autumn to hear her colored call
Do not falter, aging leaves, though you stand on the prescipice of prime youth and a state not as fresh
For those that with grace mature blessed are in beauty wisdom.
Everything is you
I cant seem to fall out of your spell
I dont know how to get rid of your mystic potions you put inside of me
Like the warm feeling you gave me on those Autumn days
Sweet Autumn weepsfor the trees and leaves and flowers that depart as she arrivesand the warmth of the earth that attempts to cling to herin frenzied desperationbut its fingertips are weak and cannot hold on
Amber veins of brittle stem
spread thinly through my body,
serving as a fragile skeleton
to structure my scarlet paper skin
as I am tos't by warm soft wind.
To say I thought,
A light breeze brushing my cheek,
Turning my face rosy.
Leaves falling from the trees
Into my long, blonde hair.
Taking step after step
Onto the concrete path.
A sip so strong
Once again Autumn is upon
Leaves are changing,
colors blossom
trees nestle into their winter shell
Year after year, I've always viewed things with such blind eyes
just a tree,
just a color,
I just woke up from my dreams
Dreams of perfection
When in reality nothing in life is perfect
Dreams are but a fabrication
Like the promises of this nation
I feel the peaceful ambience as I walk outside
Dancing the dance of the slowly dying,
your defiant grin is reflected
in every Jack-O-Lantern,
stitched, into every Scare-Crow.
You shower the ground in
a flurry of colorful confetti
We fall like the leaves of Autumn,
helplessly to the floor.
We follow the wind,
looking for a better core.
We let the wind guide us
to see what's in store.
Yet we act like we know what we're doing,
I feel the cool autumn breeze flowing thru the trees. The smell of the changing seasons and the soft crunch of the leaves under my feet. O how I love tuis time of year. The world is full of beauty and o so many colors.
Wet leaves
Falling falling
Crowned with gold
With red
With brown.
Red rubies
Twinkle on the
ground.
Lie down
Have a rest
Until next Spring
To grow new leaves
Summer’s curse has thus hardened my soul
To the conceptions lovely Spring had bestowed
I long for Autumn’s calm wind and idle thought
Untainted by reality and the dull of this world
I tried picking a flower as beautiful as you, but I found it impossible so instead I got two.
I hope this made your day or at least made you smile and I'm not the worst valentine you've had in awhile.
Name your favorite thing about him they said.
Name one?
How could I?
Maybe his persistence.
The way he would look at me when I didn't have an intrest,
Yet I was aware.
again and again pushed him away
The Wind shares her secrets
to summer's dying Leaves;
with Her promise of spring
they fall so hopefully.
One last burst of color-
they wither away;
calmly assured
that warmth returns someday.
The first leaf of Autumn falls and slowly drifts away.
A chill runs through the air.
It now appears a new season is here to stay.
You’ve listened to stories of Hallows Eve
a night of scares and sweets
The story you haven’t heard
(some may think it’s quite absurd)
Such passion
Such grace
Hate is not her fashion
Yet tears fall from her face
She took my heart
Without a feeling
Tore it apart
And here I sit
Still healing
In this pit
the flowershave all bloomedin August.
and I wonderwhat it isabout you
that has naturechanging itspatterns.
Feeling the cool wind flow through my hair
hearing the crunch of the fallen leaves under my shoes
smelling hot cider as I walk in the door
seeing all the colors of the leaves
Snow falls on the ground
Blanketing the land in white
Bright, cold, uniform.
Snow melts and flowers
Rise up tentatively from
The newly freed earth.
Flowers fall and leaves
Between ice cold lemonade and hot cocoa,
I am human,
While bundling up due to the breeze,
I think thoughts such as these.
There’s just something about the air,
Not exactly warm, but not freezing either.
It reminds me of the crispiness of an apple
And the season itself.
Autumn leaves on the side of a mountain
The leaves fell the same time as I,
Fell in love with them and all that
surrounded them as they marked
the onset of a colorless winter.
I was the sweater you put on after Summer,
when the weather started to get colder.
You were the voice I tuned on my car stereo,
every night when I left home.
What is your favorite season?
The weather of fall is beautiful,
Glorious and bright but
Chilling and crisp.
The colors of fall are brilliant,
Red and orange and
Brown and purple.
The season of Autumn was about in the air,
in your soul,
under the skin of the ground it cringed and blew the wind,
swirling the fire leaves everywhere.
Like fireworks in the sky.
Welcome to my world...
My world will kill your fear.
This world of mine is full of love,
Yet emptiness is near.
Morning in the autumn
Yellow, orange, and brown leaves cover the ground, all the
Heat has left them
Everything feels old and tired, making me feel young and fresh
A cool wind stirs the world
The smell of autumn’s leaves fill the air
Friday night lights shine down with their encouraging faces
Giving hope, pumping adrenaline through the brave football players
They’ll win the game tonight
Warm scents fill the air
Fall is here, thanksgiving is near
But first kids dress up and play
And in search of candy, hunt the night away
The leaves are falling and the air is sweet
As Summer comes to an end,
Chilly Autumn becomes a friend,
Showing you what it has to give,
Giving you another reason to live.
The smell of Cinnamon fills the air,
And no one can seem to bare,
The full moon, the dark sky.
It never leaves my mind.
It guides me all the way, through the twists and turns.
You burn a mild orange now and again like that of the autumn color leaves.
New beginnings await in Autumn,
Leaves sprout new colors; rich red, pumpkin orange, sunflower yellow,
School bells once again start their merry cheers,
Children swarm together to meet knew honeybees,
I always die a little
In Fall
I guess
The autumn breezes
Just whisk away
My fragile hopes
And my broken dreams
And carry them someplace
Far away
And I am left
With the fears
