My favourite season is autumn When the darkness starts to surround you Like a comforting embrace across your entire existence
It's like when you take a bath And the water temperature matches your body's And you can't differentiate Where the water starts And where your skin ends Like taking flight
That's what autumn is to me The exterior darkness Undistinguishable To my internal void
My soul leaking from every pore
I exist everywhere and nowhere simultaneously
It's freeing really. Detached from my earthly vessel
Autumn was it when we first met Autumn is it what I can't forget Autumn was love and fret Winter is not upon thee yet.
Autumn has three months, Where leaves are by counted by the millionth, Autumn is the time to find some shoes While the season after brings us the blues.
Autumn is colour and life Autumn was when you hug your wife. Autumn is all alone Autumn was blissful and blown.
this autumn do not step on the dead leaves to hear the satisfying crunch under your feet for you have to respect the things that mother nature could not save.
this autumn do not open the windows to catch the cold autumn breeze the falling leaves might be blown in and they will die and turn brown right in front of you.
this autumn darling, shut the door and hide in your sanctuary everything is dying you should not witness the destruction and find any beauty in it.
this autumn do not go to the cemetery for the silence that you love. for the next season you might be under the snow.
she sees beauty in autumn how the sun glows brightly illuminating the leaves perfectly everyone seems to question why but for a simple girl like her its the most beautiful season of the year
Rustic colors of an autumn leaf, Makes death look so beautiful. Lifeless it lay telling tale of those naked trees It once used to be a part of. A poet's inspiration, a lover's song The sky at the time of the dawn.
Now it accompanies me As I lay in my grave, For the birds have flown south.
Autumn is around the corner, darling. The air gets colder, & the trees start losing leaves. Autumn is beautiful. Orange, red, yellow colors everywhere. Late nights, cool air. Cups of tea. The perfect cuddling weather.
Autumn is a teenager who paints the leaves rebellious colours and throws them down in a huff of cool wind. She doesn't like when people call her Autumn. She prefers her nickname Fall, because that's what she makes the leaves do as she passes by.