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We were in my car. And we weren't quite far. It was late October. I can still remember. That night. We were going to the club. But I had been lovestruck. How I hoped for October. As we grew closer.
#nature. #season. I am the lonely leaf,. That falls solitary from the tree,. Alone and drifting to the ground,. For passers by to step on me,. I am no longer with my friends,.
I am in Bletchley, dressed all in black As the bell tolls softly in the distance Past hushed clusters of drifting blackbirds, Flying South, Ashes become dust And a dull silence hangs deadened...
I opened the curtains and smiled. A beautiful, vivid autumn scene emerged in front of my eyes. The sky; a block of ocean waves that playfully moved their hands back and forth.
The bars of sunlight shine through gaps in the trees, I'm crunching through the orange, red and brown of the fallen autumn leaves.
The crunch of the leaves beneath my tired feet is comforting. I knew I was so close to home, the faint glow of the warm fire was in the distance.
A frigid Monday morning, In the middle of the fall, I will hide within the shadows, Not a single soul can call.
The fall is flung with hued delight, hung on trees in shivered night.
Red, orange, yellow and green, All the colours that I have seen, On a tree so fierce and tall, And on a tree so shy and ...
I terribly want to sleep. I'm tired, I feel weak. I do not want to wait for the weekend, because I need quite a bit. Give me at least one week relax, fight off fatigue.
Her autumn coloured hair fell as freely as the orange and yellow leaves around her as she climbed the uneven steps that moved with the foliage around her feet.
Those mornings when the clouds are covering the sky. When the sun might be seen in little spots or not at all. The air is cold, clean and you see your warm breath in it.
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.
The evenings are cooler now. Time to snuggle up each night. With either a snugly blanket. Or holding a loved one tight. The skies are clear and bright. The stars can be seen everywhere.
The turning of the hands, And the changing of the days, And the blazing flame of smoky scarlet, Sets alight the maze.
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 leaves have fallen again, of the old maple tree. Painting the ground red, As the rule of destiny.
Shades of red, shades of Gold Paint a palette of beauty so big and bold The leaves they swirl around my feet Crunching under Wellies As I meander down the street Cosy firelight, draws many pictures...
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.
Red and yellow painted leaves Hang idly within the trees They break and sail Along in the breeze As fires of autumns time.
Summer will soon be yesterday. Autumn knocks at our door. The finery of the summer bloom. Will be a fading memory. The nights begin to draw in. Closing summers curtains. To make way for autumnal joy.
The leaves change colors forming a rainbow in the trees. The air becomes colder, more crisp and fresh. Rain becomes more frequent, the air less dry. Summer comes to an end, bring fall a new season.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. The soft golden leaves fell elegantly to the ground, the crisp cool air made them dance together on the grassy foot path beneath the forrest trees.