Autumn brings snapshots of bliss and satisfaction. This season adds uncommon excellence to nature and the climate. The contrast brings a great deal of energy and enthusiasm.
To me, autumn is a time for relishing in the colors. Soaking in the oranges and reds while sitting by a warm fire.
It’s a time for remembering that everything does end, but it must not be in a dreadful way.
Astonishing colors are everywhere. Purple and gold, bright and bold, yellow, orange, red, and brown far and wide.
It almost seems like a royal time of year with all the flaming magical colors and aromatic smells in the atmosphere, mystical in an eerie sort of way.
Roaring sun striking our blue sky with rosy blush, crimson reds with a yellow hue.
There are winds and tumbling leaves.
Oh autumn of my melting heart, how many wonders are in your path.
Bless it be, because my heart did expand and it melts upon your arrival. Mercy, mercy, descending from above for my melting heart will soon no more.
Just as Persephone was abducted by Hades, the queen of the underworld, autumn began. Her mom, the almighty Demeter, caused all the crops on Earth to die until her daughter was allowed to return, marking spring.
Nature now spreads around in a monotonous tint. The season of mist and savory abundance, how the maturing sun collides with vines and fruit all around.
And in the Fall, leaves, fall and die, and flowers are everywhere. Nights are so long and days are short, making me think about how every blessed leaf speaks to me, for me, and with me.
Oh autumn of my melting heart, how many wonders are in your path.
I sure love to see the shaking twigs all day until eve. I sure love to see the smoke that comes out of the chimney and the acorns near the nest in all surrounding gardens.
There are vibrant ambers, reds and yellows of autumn.
It is autumn and within me is the cold. So now, life is stirring everywhere while a murmur comes. Now the cold wind blows so loud, that the leaves shake all around.
At dawn, I can hear the hiss and scrape of leaves along the floor. As I dream of autumn, the vibrant reds appear in the window’s twilight.
There was an intumescent sunset in the garden, the sunset painted my window with bloody red tears.
Now, the road is longer and windier than a few days past but the trees towering tress are proud and strong.
While the sky is dreary and misty I think to myself that this is the place where I belong.
It is autumn and wonders are all over. The leaves are golden and red while the air is brisk and the floor is ever so dry.
The autumn has hissing winds, sparkling skies, and frosty flowers.
How fortunate was I, to live near the mountains and enjoy their beauty when the colors changed.
I was so grateful that I could take a ride through the magnificent colors, a preview to heaven, some might say.
Looking out my window I see a golden light and a truly lovely sky.
A shadow went across the ground, so I looked up and saw the raging sky. I sure love this vivid sky but it seems as if its getting far away from me.
Leaves are saying soft good-byes as thgey float down, making nature’s carpet in yellow, red, and brown.
In my dreams, in my dreams, however, small or big, autumn wonders is all I see.
Oh autumn, so wonderus autumn, grant me some favors, this once. So, please, sing to me, with your crinkling leaves. Please, breathe on me all scents that flow within your breeze.
Under your shimmering, glowing, penetrating sky, sleep with me tall through the night and let your moon shimmer in our souls.
Maginificent falling of leaves, irridesncet light infront of me. You always give me the warmth of the morning sun, thus revealing that I am alive.
The wind calls to the leaves, they follow the rythem, the path and the beat. Down they come fluttering, one by one, singing the soft tunes they knew.
Autum is when nature gives us a calming effect. Simple things like a leaf falling gently onto your lap can mena different things. So, when we take the time to examine the beauty of the world around us, we are able to see so much more than what lies before our own eyes. Nature moves in a spiral.
Oh autumn, so wonderus autumn, grant me some favors, this once. Because, if I could take a brush and paint the mountains I would splash the hillsides yellow and the darkest thread of green.
I’d lay a purple and pink carpet of wild flowers. I’d make sure with al the warm hues you offer my melting heart heart would fill up an d glow. All your wonders in your path, all the winds and tumbling leaves, make me soar high and low, make me dream of mist and
There are winds and tumbling leaves. Oh autumn of my melting heart, how many wonders are in your path.
