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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.  
Yellow flower, grieving flower, pale flower,
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  
You are all the beautiful things in the world  
  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.
Dear Leaves during Autumn,
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
When the summer sets and the last pages are closed put me in postscript.
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;
A mask painted greenWhisked away by Autumns breezeNow the face appears
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.
October midnight falling star in the dark sky- summer’s soul has passed
Walking in summer is swimming, legs cutting strokes through mid-afternoon heat and humidity. Dappled shade on the sidewalk
As autumn leaves kiss, My heart pleads, "color-blindness," To blur when we broke.
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
I sit inside and Let the world hurry by.  
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 
Leaves in fire colors Halloween and trick or treat Pumpkins on front steps
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.
As I walked on a cold December evening
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
I see t
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.  
i She wanted to be my
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.
Solitude taught me something
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
The silent breeze blows  Streetlights dim as the sun rises Tomorrow is today
 Falling leaves The chilling air Darker days bring more despair
I died as Autumn burned out bright
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
The early morning dew, glistening on the autumn leaves.
Autumn Bench     Jewlina Matthews    
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,
A brown leaf  in an autumn breeze
Rich scent of autumn, Pumpkin spice and apple crisp, Leaves crunched underfoot.
Autumn leaves softly Touch the frozen earth below. Winter comes once more.
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.
Brown withered leaves fall,young roses fold, cold snows fade,but we still remain.
Orange, yellow,  red, Slowly all the leaves decend, Autumn fades to snow
The orangey yellow autumn trees never looked so stunningDriving by, no one but myself at my side
As fall comes around leaves turn brown nature changes its ways
Masks of pumpkin fright Trick or treat and tooth decay Downhill injury
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
The autumn is upon usit must be an enrichmentof all that went before
Empty sparkles, From the gray-nothing up yonder, Swirling before me…
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
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