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It was fall now and something fell from the sky and atop my head it sat. I figured it be something of green leaves or the tears from a clouds uncertainty. The water lay in cracks deep underneath the piles of autumn leaves over sidewalks where children played games of hopscotch and three pile. There was something of fall when things grew old and shriveled that made me realize the meaning of old love, there was something in the crisp air that let me feel like a new beginning. The leaves told me it was time to start anew.
The best season of them all
Kaeli Hearn Sep 27
As the air transforms the summer sun into a crisp, chilled orange canvas, the leaves begin to transform.

They grow older as their complexions fade into all the shades of autumn. The clouds begin to overshadow the sun’s gleam, yet it is friendly.

The air shifts – chilled, crisp, breezed. The vibrant tints of red, orange, yellow and brown paint cities, towns and homes.

An eerie, yet cozy fog drips down from the sky and rests upon the mountain tops. The fire begins to burn and crack warming hands and souls alike.

Although the leaves begin to wilt, there is soft beauty in the dying. The crunch of the fallen leaves being changing seasons, moving on and starting afresh.

There is a calm amber, colored, brisk, changing, vivid calmness to Autumn.

As the leaves begin to fall, hearts change, souls soften and eyes get a gleam brighter to welcome this new season.
rob kistner Sep 9
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edges blanch

form withers and mottles

the green yields

crisping golden and rust

supple defers to brittle

as summer ends

autumn descends

I feel the change

_


rob kistner © 2018
Contemplation on the changing seasons.
Andrew Aug 28
Hanging on by just a thread,
The last two left.
"Don't go," she sighs,
but we know my stem only grows more frail.
As the crisp breeze envelops my body, I begin to feel myself detach.


I don't want to leave her.
rob kistner Jun 8
_

across the way
last night's rain puddles
amidst the chaos of construction
trapped on-site
as if abandoned by the waters of earth
it erodes its way to the culvert
in search of mother sea

this day begins dewy and crisp

bird songs echo empty sunrise streets

lover and beloved
we sit by the morning window
with tea and curiosity.

we talk

for this moment
our souls spill
one into the other
until I am distracted

your lips continue sculpting words

but I've fallen
deep into your eyes

_


rob kistner © 2007
(revised 2018)
In this piece I used “puddles” as a verb, to give life and animation to the water.
Being an “alive entity”, the water’s instinctive search and need for its “natural place” in the world, draws a strong parallel to the lover, instinctively seeking a natural place in the beloved’s eyes (to be interpreted as soul also).
The lover is naturally drawn in as the water is naturally drawn to the sea.

I felt the poem worked better with the “day” being the subject. It allows you to enjoy the day in an active way, as is the lover looking out the window.
Also, this way, the imagery leads you unsuspectingly to the couple,
rather than it being an observation beginning with the lover.

In a cinematic perspective, this would be a rising shot, continually rising,
starting from a closeup of the water puddling on the construction site.
Then up, and pull-back, to a wide-angle fly-over of the street,
eventually picking out the window, then a slow, deliderate decent,
to just outside the window, looking in at the couple, then slowly in
through the window. Ultimately, the scene becomes engaged with the couple in conversation. Then ever so slowly we move into the beloved’s azure eyes.

Soundtrack: the obvious natural sounds of morning birds, blended with
the industrious sounds of. construction. slowly fading in is the gentle,
but obscure sound of lovers, comversing, maybe a warm subdued laugh.
As the camera draws closer to the window, the sounds of construction,
and the birds songs, begin to fade, while the sound of the lover's obscure conversation holds steady in volume, but begins to be overtaken
by slowly rising, modest tempo acoustic music. As the camera pulls in on
The lover's eyes, all that remains is the music, until all fades to black
with the resonance of a single harmonic chord, plucked on a pair of strings.
Autumn…by Jessie 9/05

Autumn, the days visit shortly and the earth sighs
The winds tide changes dropping from the north
Crisp; clean, awakening

Leaves rustle high, amongst the outstretched arms of each branch
One last dance, then in an exhausted state, drops
Carried ever so gently on whispered winds

A blanket of colors tucks in the ground
Eclectic tapestry, colors and shapes
Shuffled feet reweaving

Cinnamon smells and autumn leaves, permeate the air
Aromas lure forgotten times
Innocent and pure
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Winterfly of moonlit dreams.
With wisps of smoke, and coiling wings.
Snow drop falls.
On crisp brown leaves.
At the snap of a twig,
You rise from ash to sea of stars.
The sunlight dances on the fresh coat of ice.
Based on a lucid dream I had as a Winterbutterfly.
df Aug 2017
as i walked out the door
this morning, i felt it.

i felt the crisp in the air.
the promise of cooler days.

remembrance of things long ago forgotten.

Autumn is near.
hand me my jacket.
my season is about to begin.

{d.f. - 08/28/17}
counting down the days till it's officially autumn.
The Tinkerer Oct 2016
Quiet nights remind me of your voice.
The silence cut ever so delicately.
Blades of whispers.
Whispers of sweet nothings.
What keeps the fire in this heart alight.

Quiet nights remind me of your eyes.
The glint of a beautiful moon.
The hope of a million galaxies,
Twinkling.
As darkness cowers.
Hides.

Quiet nights remind me of you.
All the little things that you would do.
And though half a world away you may be from me.
Though once in a blue moon, you I get to see.

Quiet nights like these.
Will always remind me of you.

*Emily
Clear, crisp, beautiful warm night with the moon up high and the stars out playing with the fires in our hearts.
These nights remind me of you.
It's been 84 days and counting.
Far from me you may be, but too far you will never be. :)

Happy birthday you strong, beautiful young lady..
May all that's good be yours and all you wish be true someday. :)
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