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If I were an angel, I would have been Lucifer. Not for the darkness or the rebellion, but for the light I once held and the questions that burned within.
February Waltz
A lone Maple leaf
Hung to the tree
all Winter through
snow, rain and wind.
Then one morning
She let go and floated
Slowly as she could
Across the houses
The leaves are changing color,
My dear.
I can’t believe it’s been a year.
Your silence could never have been more clear.
Inhale.
Chest crushing lungs.
Trust being pushed.
Exhale.
Chest releasing its grip, but still holding on ever so slightly.
Trust standing at the edge of a cliff.
Slip.
Trip.
Stumble.
Fall.
Slipping on tears.
Tripping on fears.
Stumble on life.
Fall with strife.
Slip.
Trip.
Stumble.
Fall.
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.
Siamo a settembre
Estate ha appena perso gli arti
Il suo calore, la sua bellezza e la sua tenerezza.
Nous sommes au mois de Septembre
L’été vient juste de perdre ses membres
Sa chaleur, sa beauté et sa tendresse.
We are in September
Summer just lost her limbs
Her warmth, her beauty and her tenderness.
If you were born in the month of August
Be cool, be calm, be wise and be robust
SeasonsFour seasons in a year.
summer is the best one .
in the winter it's cold .
The spring is wet and muddy
the spring is the best time to play spring aau.
Seasonsfour seasons in a year
summer is the best one
in the winter it's cold
The spring is wet and muddy
the spring is the best time to play spring aau
then comes the hot,sticky and, humid summer
They swirl in threes
like the buzzing of bees
From the colored trees
Down
Down
Down
They blew around
to the ground
Color is irrelevant
To me
It is the natural beauty
Which is absolutely
Dazzling and important
To me
nothing matters
watch as life goes on
shatter in shadow
until the rise of dawn
scream into the void
deaf to the broken
left destroyed
crisp air always feels so bitter
fall
The Bible says there will be streets of gold
I imagine some reds and oranges will be there too
This crisp air takes me there
Each breath fresher than the one before
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 leaves are beginning to change colors as they slowly start to fall and hit the ground,
And the smell of pumpkins and fear fill the air and it travels in the wind all around.
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
I walk-
And the leaves
Swirl around my feet.
Brittled and browned,
They cling to my skin.
In a whirl
Of wind and leaves
I tread,
As Death stalks my steps-
In a myriad of
When someone says Fall
What do you think of?
Do you think of how far you'll go?
How fast it takes in order to fall
And when you'll hit the ground?
nothing much in this world
is sweeter than an apple
you picked yourself
nothing much more satisfying
than teeth going crunch
on sweet apple-flesh
To walk with no shoes on thick cold ice,
It's the feeling of been stabbed over ten thousand times.
What were to happen if you were to slip through,
to see into into the abyss.
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
I love to watch you wind,
as you sway the trees and blow
across the fields in a gentle breeze,
but I wonder where you go.
You disappear sometimes
in a mischievous sort of way
just in time for fall
you lose your green tint
left with no leaves at all
questioning where your life went
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.
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,
All of a sudden you’re falling
You’re running a marathon, free like a bird, but then all of a sudden you’re falling.
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:
PART I
Cupid’s bow spoke to me
Its Honduran mahogany
Cut piece by piece
And carved into shape
Etched with a design
In Fall, there are orange leaves on all the trees. It's the season of my birthday and Halloween. It's very dandy to get all that candy.
… 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
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.
A fragile beauty in death can be found
In the water, earth and sky:
Creation singing "I'm homeward bound!"
As it shrivels and withers and dies.
Dear No One,
winter comes around, feelings of
warm and comfort completes me,
spring comes around, but the thought of being
scared and helpless fills me,
summer is right around the corner
Autoimmune
By Jillian Horton
Lovely Tulips,
I’m so grateful you’ve come to join me,
In this land of
dirtmuddust, Texas weather and tea.
Red, orange, yellow, brown.
A Technicolor, rainbow town.
Children go outside and play.
Even though the clouds are grey.
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.
Beauty impossible for just one to obtain
Roots so deep
Branches both long and graceful
Facade hiding what’s inside
I see that everything is changing,
everything is falling into place.
And as I watch the seasons changing,
I know nothing will ever be the same.
I can see that Spring is on it's way,
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.
No one ever falls on purpose,
I knew you were no good for me,
but I ignored what was under the surface.
I was told you were a flirt, but that is what reeled me in.
You acted intrested, so I put up my guard again.
The leaves tumble down,
All except for one.
She's already faded to brown,
But the tree thinks she's as gold as the sun.
She trembles at the cold,
And the tree knows it's time.
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
The scarce embrace of
someone so distant,
Yet so warm you feel, just by
hearing their voice
And the dark cloud hangs over you,
only because you want them there,
I know what's wrong.
I'm so afraid to jump and fall
My heart wants to jump
She thinks it's worth it, she's been hurt
but not enough.
My mind sees the hurt and warns of the danger
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
The refreshing change of the seasons
fills me with an immense need
for being at peace.
For instance,
when this cool tree sap Fall morphs into
a wet smokestacky Winter,
Warmth seeps from the air Breath is cold Sharp, burning Confusion of the senses Light Gray and gold Chiaroscuro Endless dance
You treat me as a flower
From the side of the road
With its own pure beauty
You can’t let go
You hold me in your arms
Staring
Wondering
What I’ve been through
Staring
Wondering
In the soft whisper,
of the November gust,
rustle the leaves of fall,
the leaves just must!
They say tattoos are an addiction
like crack or cocaine.
But I think we are just in love with the idea that something will never leave us.
In a world where everything is temporary
When the leaves fall,
The world turns colors.
The local passersby wear jackets some days,
Other days, they wear shorts.
The wind, cool
but not too cool.
Tip toeing the trail of self destruction
Teetering on the edge on insanity
Submerged my soul in sulfuric acid
Sewed my eyes shut from reality
It's over when you can't break down
In an instant,
I caught a moment,
That fell off from time,
But the instant was gone,
And with it, the moment,
Leaving me staring,
Into emptiness.
#free_verse
January – Just establishing new year resolutions, just dreaming about who I want to be, just looking back over the past year
The Beginning.
Even the trees are more interesting than I,
For their leaves change color.
From glowing orange to bright red,
They please any audience that drives by.
An applause in the form of a smile is what is recieved
And today I wonder.
With the faded sunshine
Whisked away on the breeze.
With the soggy sponge of earth
Slurping at my feet.
With the smell of warmth
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
Thanksgiving Day
I slip in and out of dreams.
I drift into darkness, lightness, and finally into the crisp glow of daylight.
Sitting in the grass as the fall breeze flows around me
The sun going down behind the pasture where our horses graze
Learning a song on my guitar that I just heard on the radio
This is my happy place
Breaking me was the easy part.
Putting me back together as if it didn't hurt me was the hard part.
The part you thought would take to much time & effort.
The part that you skipped.
Woods brushed in rich glows,Brisk fragrant breeze sweeps the air,Fall shouts its hello.
The axis of the world spins,
and with that goes the heat of the summer.
My time of happiness has finally come.
Trees begin to shed their coats,
and with that animals grow new ones.
I can feel Fall returning
the smell of dew on the grass
early morning apple cider
stuck in traffic
worried ill be late for class
its the end of the semester
19$ in my bank account
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
My friend humpty sat on a wall as did I distracted by the everyday struggles of life like sex alcohol drugs porn and I've fallen and broken into many pieces.
Does it matter that in the fall
all of us just feel so small?
We rush like squirrels
harboring food
for in winter
none of us know what to do.
In fall school is on the up and up again
Mirror mirror on the wall
I can't look at you at all.
The image of me distorted will be,
And my mind from it shackles will not be free.
Mirror mirror on the wall
You hasten my downfall.
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
I used to shine bright,
I was warm and comfortable.
I was hopeful.
I loved myself.
But over time I began to falter.
I slowly began to dim,
I began to turn to black.
I can’t live without
the first scent of the fall breeze.
I can’t live without
stomach aches from laughing so hard
with my best friend when we haven’t seen
each other in such a while.
In your colorful irises,
The universe resides…
This gigantic beauty that encapsulates our existence
That that gives us feelings of timidness and distance,
Is veiling its beauty with mystery
"Stop with the lies
And the hate
And the hurt
Filled with their cries
Cause we treat them
Like dirt
A small child shies
At a hand
Raised to hurt
This word is not mine
"Footsteps through the fire
But I don't feel a thing
Burning even brighter
I sour on angel wings
Down in a ditch
I can see the light
If I could only reach
I try with all my might
The breeze is gentle against the skinas it gets close to winter
School starts, but that is the only downsideIt isn't too fierce or too scarce
Milk chocolate bars forgotten inside cars
On a sizzling summer day.
A mahogany table on those days when they are able
To sit around it to pray.
Sprinkled chips of moles on your skin as you grow old
"And for the poet even disasters are on the agenda."
- Alexander Pushkin
Impact (12/27/15)
Is it wrong to break
A promise when
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;
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
She dances with an icy heart,
cold, unyielding to rays of light.
She creeps up, plants a kiss upon your cheek,
A forgotten lover
leaving traces of frostbite in her wake.
There is no beating in her chest;
mountain high
valley low
orange leaves
earthy scent
sheer beauty
mother nature
wondrous creation
foggy sunrises
slanting sunlight
the edge of forever
gentle slope
I stay here and I wait. But why? for what?
You don't care.
I get what I am to you, I never leave. I'm loyal, I'm a good person.
So you take advantage of that so you go away and expect me to be here when you get back.
Humpty Dumpty fell off a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
And all the kings horses and all the kings men
tried in vain to mend Humpty's suffering head
To no avail it came though
Three witches gathered round a pot,
the first witch said "today let's make something new
I'm sick of all this baby finger gluck and newt tail glue
and I know just what we wierd sisters should do.
I'm afraid of the fall, not the ground.
I'm used to being on the ground, hitting the ground.
I took a walk up to the hill
It sure is a good night for this
My arms feel the air and its chill
The quiet sounds so much like bliss
My feet crunch through leaves that fell down
It is the only sound I hear
I swayed through SeptemberA leaf in the breezeThrough buzz of beeAnd set of sunThe sounds of wonder had begun
I fall, I rise.
I make mistakes, I live.
I've been hurt, but Im alive.
I'm human.
I'm not perfect, but I learn.
I've encountered hardships, but im thankful.
This November I went O’er my previous sights
I saw a glorious view in a bright hue,
It’s Wicca, a new horizon but an old way.
I come to it openly and with a heavy heart
I dance, I ride, I feel the music and nature,
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
O Muse, take pity one me! For I cannot retell half as well as thee!
Daedalus, Daedalus, creator of many the glorious thing,
Daedalus, Daedalus, the one who gave Man wing,
In Crete, that wretched place,
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 breeze of death flows through the trees,
turning leaves to orange from green,
sets fire to the tree-tops.
How strangely the world works
You have everything you've wanted
Yet you still feel alone
In a room of your closest friends
Why is that so?
How desire touches each soul
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.
Orange, red, yellow, brownFalling from aboveBlowing over townLike the travels of a doveLeaf piles galoreTaken by the breezeSpread onto the floorMess taken with ease
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,
Just take my hand before it gets too cold
walk me down the cobblestone
Past the river, through the leaves
Tell me your deepest secrets
Simplicity is all I need
Blankets laid out in the grass
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
stomach in knotts
heart racing
cant
breathe
this is my favorite feeling
its friday night and the lights are
oh so bright
my makeup and hair are done
to the "T"
The sun leaves us,
Mother nature‘s call
Beauty surrounds us,
All the leaves fall
Football fans cheer,
Trips to the pumpkin patch
Spooky stories you will hear,
Oh the joys of fall season
To be brisk and bright
Tis' the reason
Snuggling by the fire
Pumpkin spice in the air
A hint at Thanksgiving
And Christmas somewhere
I had a dream that
the trees were orange
and your heart was red and
I floated like dying leaves through
your head. you said
i felt like fire burning through
your veins. you spent
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
A slate gray sky above my head,
The leaves on trees a firey red,
What marv'lous beauty to behold,
When Summer sighs and becomes old!
Her green effects begin to fade
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
Sunny days have come and gone
Not long until they turn the stadium lights on
An abundance of boys who have worked very hard
Will soon have their moment of truth
Pads strapped on tight
The simple stillness of a cool fall day.
The smell of freshly rolled hay.
The oranges, reds, and browns that make the season go ‘round,
I run into an open sky.
I watch the sunset
and within the orange and pink horizon
I see me.
I see myself at just 5 years old
walking into a new surrounding.
I see my teacher anxiously awaiting
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.
Theres nothing better than seeing your smile on an early morning
Amoungst the chill weather I feel something else
Your warm body warped around mine
And its one of the best feelings in the world.
The hair brought back behind my ears
by chilled hands as we walked
through the falling leaves
The colors around us
vibrant but serene
makes me feel warm inside
The scent of spices
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.
Summer is a drag
At least for dreaded summer babies like me
Crunchy leaves
Exotic new tea's
Fall is the season for me
Sweater weather and nice new boots
Break out your North Face and cute scarves too!
The soft breeze sways the trees
As you twirl me in a bed of leaves
to the rhythm of our beating hearts
You pull me close and our souls' music starts
Your breath whispers in my ear
Now that summer washed away,
and school is in full swing,
I realized there's no time to play,
or warmth until this spring.
I must look beyond the gray,
and look for all that's good,
It’s about the season,
The colorful leaves,
like I always dream,
It makes me smile for no reason.
The crisp outdoor air,
Cut pumpkins everywhere,
Cider being warmed,
Hey you there
with red hair
you're lookin' mighty fine.
And what if i told you, your smile does shine?
Enough that i want to make you mine.
I wanna see you smile and laugh,
Just feel the cool breeze blowing gently all around, and listen to the warm-colored leaves scatter gently across the ground
Life is a swirl of colors sweeping by,
slowly then quickly, brightly then darkly
Life is the twirl of notes floating high
flowing then jagged, legato then -
Bonfires, laughter, music, and food linger in the summer night air
The sun beats down on the dark bodies sitting near the water
Sleep is her bestfriend and the night hours are favorite times
Leaves are falling
Turkey and Stuffing
Weather very cold
Huffing and Puffing
Wind and Rain
Playing football
Raincoats and Boots
This makes Fall
Heavy sunshine sets the leaves aflame
Until, by and by, it doth remain.
But then it cools and remains no more
We both jumped.
Before we even knew
What we were jumping into
Too eager to fall in love
Without knowing what it feels like
To love
And to be loved
As we fell we learned
The movement in the trees,
The falling of the leaves,
The change of this season -
Looks similar to the changes near me
Visually represented,
The world surrounding my being,
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
She’s the rainbow at the end of an autumn storm,
I’m the mud that seeps through your shoes.
She’s a cup of hot chocolate in front of the fireplace on Christmas Eve,
I’m a snow blizzard that you see on the news.
Through the trees shone
A burnt orange light
The sun sinking low
As the moon took its post.
Friends huddled around
A fading orange glow
The last of the coals
As the cold held us close.
Veni, Vidi, Vici
I came, strong and fierce, sweeping in faster than the swift Venti,
aye, and stronger than mighty Hercules.
I know I just met you
but please let me say
we could get food..
I mean..I want you to stay.
Ahhh not in a creepy way
These thoughts spiral in my head,
Feelings of anguish and fear,
Like a whirlwind whipping the air.
Falling seems to be the best solution,
but then who would be around to hear me.
The world was an icy place until you shone upon the land.
Your smile was the sun that thawed the spring.
The sweet scent of you brought the flora to life.
Our passionate stares burned like the long days of summer.
some days we are both ghosts,for we see unlike trees.the earth falls asleepand still I spin the globeblue and grey-greenflickers of light and shadowlike a stargazer trappedin life.
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
A lot of the things have been giving me stress
From school to family to admissions tests
It is so hard to live up to expectations that people have set for me
The scariest thing is letting them down
Paddling so hard
from the water wall behind.
Too slow and i fall.
Then I tumble and I roll
to submerge to the unknown.
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 may not be able to speak,
But my branches tell a story deep
I was once a seed, just like you
My mother, Nature, from which I grew;
Protected by a womb of dirt,
Nutrients, water and time I took.
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
Ghosts and goblins
Your footsteps matching mine
and the hay ride came late
but we stayed in line
Up all night
Dancing under the stars
surrounded by silly pumpkins
Fall..yellow,orange and red fill our streets with coziness
As we crunch the leaves beneath our feet and breath in that chilly air
We decorate our homes with orange and brown as much as we can
Snowflakes unwillingly brighten the day
They drop silently; so blissfully
Through these gloves
And frozen fingers
They slip away
Leaves and bright flowers
Along a path
They start their way
I'm not asking much
but relief to those
who need it
and such
what I want
is world peace
and for all the wars
to cease
I want everyone
to have rights
without erupting
Embrace the fall, it won't last foreverDance in the colors, while life allows you to be together.Grab fast at an opportunity, there's so many around Too many to take your days for granted
Fall is upon us,
the cool air surprises me,
Fall Break overjoys.
Football rivalries,
The pep rallies are so tense,
Filled with school spirit.
Of all the many seasons,
fall is my favorite one;
It's magical and etheral
but never overdone.
Fall whispers possiblities,
trees manifest equisite shades;
It almost seems a different world
Leaving the comfort of my home after a nice long rest
Waking up to experience the unknown of a new day.
I gave a big sigh,
To take in the beautiful air of a beautiful day.
Strolling down the path, a new Feeling comes whisking through.
Slightly Familiar, Like an old Aged friend whispering howdy-do.
The old routine Lullaby, has seemed to change tune,
FALL
Leaves fall children sing
Chilly air following me
Smell of firewood
I crawled out of my grave. I stare with red rimmed eyes in shock as the emotions and truth rape my brain. I gasp and swim with the stars as my eyes swim in tears full of epiphanies.
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,
When the first leaf fades
inside we go to grab our different apparel.
When the first flake drops
inside we go to get our wood boards.
When the first flower sprouts
outside we go for the picking.
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
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
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.
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)
It’s this time of year that makes me wish you were here.
It’s hard to enjoy the falling leaves,
When all I have is this burden to heave,
So the next time you see me I want you to remember,
The leaves start to turn shades of red and orange,
The air becomes brisk and cold.
Fall comes so quickly,
In the blink of an eye.
Football is back on the television,
High school, College, Nationals.
Fall Again
The leaves change colors
Fluttering down to the ground
Just like dying flowers
Life is obliterated.
Dirt becomes covered by
We live a life with knowledge that death must come.The days of fall are gravenThe leaves fall upon the barren ground, the ravenCalls out in the midnight sun.
Affixed on the sight of my final destinationMy eyes do not wander to the path beneath my feet.Though time has seemed to stopI travel silently onward,Forever aware of the coarse sand wearing away
They feel their life draining,
Their color changing.
Their mother letting them go
To save herself.
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
When I walk up to my bus stop, it is very cold. I can feel the crisp autumn air. As I walk leaves fall in front of my face. The leaves are all different colors and sizes; red ones, brown ones, orange ones, and very few green ones.
Between ice cold lemonade and hot cocoa,
I am human,
While bundling up due to the breeze,
I think thoughts such as these.
I dream of filling pages, but I never seem to have the words. I dream of being clever, to make people turn their heads and whisper, "how did she do that?"I want to leave them awestruck.
He is being consumed by fire
It is his decision to complete the fall
Determined good or evil by choice
His strength is in his willful power
He must go
Out into the open
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.
the clouds float slowly by
wispy, fluffy white
the grass prickles at the skin
the wind teases the hair
rays of sunshine lazing by
the whispering of locust wings
scents of summer floating through
It's cold tonight,
Here in this soundless, white-canvased neighborhood.
Tiny scratch marks are to be found barely notched into the surface of the snow.
A shiver passes over us,
I feel the beat
Rushing through my veins
Shaking my bones.
It pulses
Living and strong.
I feel myself open up
A weight lifted off my chest
Like a beautifully decorated circus elephant
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.
You look at me with eyes that
Don't know the truth
You look at me with eyes that
Will not acknowledge the truth
Because the truth is,
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you and,
She'll always know
If the wind could talk
Or walk or move
Disprove past judgement
Because the leaves and trees interpret what the wind is saying
With every rustle is a new tussle between the sun and the moon
Late fall.
So late that the scent of fall had to be searched for in the wintry air.
But it was there
and she breathed it in as she strolled through the park.
Leaves covered the grass,
Day one: fall.
Orange leaves that crumple under shoes
Crazy loud thunderstorms.
Is it hot out or is it cold?
The ever-falling leaves, like sand in an hour glass
My days falling to the ground.
The sun shines through the trees
The wind blows through the leaves
The shadows dance and play on the ground
If you listen, you hear its whispering sound
Orange and yellow leaves
As far as the eye can see
Flowing in the wind
On this earth full of sin
How could anything be so beautiful
How could anything be so perfect
Then I realize
You’re distant, a behavior I wouldn’t usually accept
The thought of you has consumed my mind
Confusion arises, I have yet to truly witness your emotions
Please don’t leave me dangling, only to fall
The remainder of yesterday’s beginnings crunch
Underfoot,
Crisp russet leaves drifting soundlessly across
Patches of emerald and taupe.
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
Close your eyes
Feel the breeze
Hear the wind
In the trees
Shed a tear
Say goodbye
Life is flying
Right on by
New beginning
a fresh start
Leaving home
Breaks your heart
I. CONVICTION
Littered street corners
blend with the falling snow
like ash against skin
Their chants ring in my ears
as the cold air clings
and my skin burns.
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
