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Golden hued leaves fall graciously to the ground. All the little squirrels stop and turn transfixed to the sound. Pollen lost from the legs of bees coat the glistening floor.
On the day after tomorrow,. The world will be peaceful void of sorrow,. Life moves on as time passes by,. Each day will get easier your tears will dry,. Trees that are barren will sprout new buds,.
The sky is grey and heave The woods are dark and cold, Most leaves have fallen to the ground Between the moss and mold.
Vivid orange autumnal leaves, Breaking free from their parental branch, Catching the fragmented crystalline sunlight, Tumbling down-a leafy avalanche.
You can tell that winter has arrived, As animals are scuttling to hide. The nights are getting longer, The days are getting shorter. Day is not so bright, And it's getting cold at night.
The fall is flung with hued delight, hung on trees in shivered night.
This is was my first, and thus far only, attempt at writing a sonnet. The sun hides its face from the winter dance As the sleeping sprites of cold fall to earth.
Jumping at from branch to branch in the leafless trees, winter is on its way. I look up to the cloudless sky, a blue fantasy waiting I be explored.
The windscreens glisten from outside my window, The first frost of winter arrived too soon. Scarfs and gloves need unpacking from storage, De-icers and scrapers are back on the shelves.
I watch the weather change again, Clouds chase across the sky, Temperamental kind of day, The weathers race on by.
Step out of the door, The cold chill sends ice through my spine. The warm colours tells me autumn has arrived. A season of paradoxes.
The time has come again, my friends. The time is now upon us. A time of great change. That time when we all complain. When the trees turn from green to yellow then brown.
#nature #burrow @ren360 I'm hidden in my burrow, Til the green grass sprouts again Til the meadow is full And the world is filled with zen.
Colourful leaves swirling to the ground as summer is announced over. Hats and scarfs out from pegs and draws, Then we can begin out laughter.
In the morning sun. With the air so cold. You hug yourself tighter. Or dress up nice and warm. Autumn is here. So the leaves are falling. The birds are calling. They'll soon leave for winter.
The windswept leaves. Hovered around my feet. Autumnal air. Had come to greet. Foliage change. Like Chameleon leafage. The boughs of trees. Bend like a rickety bridge. Natures offering.
The snow falls slowly from the sky, covering the green grass, Everyday I sit by my window watching this, as days pass.
Red and yellow painted leaves Hang idly within the trees They break and sail Along in the breeze As fires of autumns time.
Hot summer days. Sweat drips. And not a cloud in sight. A glass of lemonade. Make it cold. With five ice cubes. A slice of watermelon. And chile powder on the side. Sandals on my feet.
Summer sun and memories, Sweet, sweet lips and daiquiris. Tan, warm skin and endless sand, Photographs, we're hand in hand. August heat and time goes by, Singing songs; in fields we lie.
In a spiral of gold, ruby, and copper leaves tumble from the gnarled branches. A magnificent carpet of colours line the woodland paths. Cool winds carry the fiery foliage softly through the icy air.
Here comes the rain, Dripping through the trees, Here comes the rain, Soaking you and me.
The sun trod a path through the woods, As the wind whistled in the trees, The clouds floated lazily, And the flowers danced with the bees.
#sixwords Improv @misslittleDHP. On the very edge of land,. Stands a bare, old tree so grand,. Golden leaves have fallen,. Its genes sent away in pollen,. A magnificent sight to see,.