#crisp
It's getting cold outside,
The chills are settling in,
Winter has now arrived,
The sign of frost has begun.
We're stlll in the season of autumn, but
Winter has now shown its face,
The days are nice, but Chilly,
Autumn has now been replaced.
The winter is cold and it's sharp,
Get ready for a frosty chill
Please wear your gloves, coats and scarfs,
For, winter time is here!!
B.R.
Date: 11/19/2024
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 7:50 PM UTC
I love the smell
Of the rain
Lingering upon my skin
The slight chill
Working its way up my back
As I inhale the cold air
Sharp and crisp
Flooding me
With tomorrow
As I exhale
Yesterday
In short puffs of steam
And I feel
Reborn
As every drop collects
In the plane of my body
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 5:19 PM UTC
seasons pass
months fly by
crisp November air
trembles bittersweet
changes go past
from streetlights on main
to budding riverbanks
a love lost
for something and somewhere
far out from grasp
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 8:25 PM UTC
I don’t think I see you anymore;
I don’t see anything besides the
Dangling red-stones and reckless curls,
Sun-kissed smile shivering for more
I cant comply to.
I don’t want to lose you to the life you can’t give up and I lose myself every other day to
Monotony. Maybe
You could end that?
I’m tired
And blind
And I can’t stop seeing your hidden sort of side—The one that glances at the person you wish I wore
And writes of all the sensuous aspects of the world.
See these fake words you assign me, I am not a crisp morning
Or beckoning sea breeze entangling you in lust and mystery—I’m frozen.
I don’t know what else to say now,
Standing in the un-lit streets of memories unwinding—holding close the heart I guess I broke—Staring at your shifting soul,
I wonder who I would have been without you
And who I will become once you are gone.
Love-Locked looks I hide inside,
Beside my permanently damaged sense of pride.
So instead of any other sad display
I’ll tell you
You look more beautiful every day.
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
There's something about
The crisp air of autumn.
Taking it into your lungs,
And letting it out
As a cloud of breath
Escapes your lips
And disappears
Into the trees.
The only sounds are
Of the leaves that have fallen,
Crunching beneath your feet.
Perhaps it's lovely to let things go.
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC
6:15am, early start
full with lots of love in my heart,
a cup of coffee with a swirl of whipped cream
a book about compassion and generosity.
step out on the balcony
brisk beautiful air
messy tangled hair,
sun beaming
skin gleaming
peace and quiet.
birds waking up to make their music
where's my bookmark, try not to lose it.
sitting and sipping
take in the new day
new start
new beginning.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC
Rice gruel
did wet the
potato crisp.
Dried chili powder
was mixed with
flattened rice
powder to
bring tears in a
fancy dress competitive
child's eyes.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 10:28 AM UTC
I don’t care if the sun doesn’t rise.
If the snow falls and doesn’t melt
Just be there
The cold crisp air has made our petals fragile.
We will crumble from the slightest touch
Just be there
When there is nothing left
All I ask is to replant my seeds
So I can grow again
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
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.
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
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.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
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
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
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.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC
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}
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
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
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC
She was dressed in mustard,
on a tall golden chair
She sat before clean,
crisp and clear silverware
around her, nothing mattered
not even the polluted air
she left, nobody noticed
they ask "was she even there"
-Kaya
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
Sweater sleeves dangling past your cold fingertips;
leaves drifting soundlessly to your feet.
The air is so cool and crisp and it feels so clean
and fresh against your skin and in your lungs.
You can feel the past slipping away,
making way for the new and exciting things the autumn season brings you.
Long, intellectual, enlightening conversations
that happen in the coziest of places with the friendliest of people.
Warm coffees and teas drank next to equally as
warm fireplaces and comforters.
Ginger and spice scenting every home you enter.
Wishes being made and promises being kept.
Walking hand in hand with the love of your life,
wearing jackets and mittens and knowing that everything is finally alright.
Nose kisses and long hugs to chase away the cold.
I wouldn't call is autumn so much as the one time of year you ever feel at home.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
I want to bottle this air just for you
I wish I could wrap it up and bring it back!
If I could hold my breath long enough this would be easier.
So I think you should just come with me next time
So I can kiss you
I wish you could feel this breeze
I wish you could come above the clouds!
If I had a fan just gentle enough then maybe I could show you.
Until then I think you should just come with me
So I can brush my fingers through your hair.
I wish you could see these flowers
I wish you could see these colours!
If I could show you the shades of your eyes maybe then you'd see
So next time I think you should just follow me
And we can smell the same flowers together
I wish you could feel these hands,
I wish you could feel these lips!
If I could place a kiss on your cheek and my hands on your hips
Maybe I wouldn't have to ask you to follow me
And we could smell the same flowers together
And roll around in the same grass
Forever.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 2:25 AM UTC
Frank Sinatra
En mi casa
Copy pastarino
Wearin Prada
Russian opera
Quentin Tarantino
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
you sweep in a like a gust of leaves
turning my head and commanding my eyes
which are now firmly pinned to your rustling rhythm
a crisp distraction
the type that lingers on...
for days...
nights...
weeks...
unwilted by time
preserved in my mind
a renaissance of the heart and soul
a beautiful, crisp distraction
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
The trees really do have souls,
And they whisper to me ways
To not be sad anymore.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
No I won't call it fall.
Crisp is the feeling.
Crisp is the taste.
Apples on the trees.
Wind through the air.
The leaves carry my soul.
Everlasting into the winters edge.
Hold me close my dear.
It's that crisp time of year.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 5:06 AM UTC
Not ill,
But thriving in light.
Not envy
But wanting more:
To be understood for who I am.
Not growth,
But becoming--
Changing to match my
Guardian angel.
Not what they believe,
But cool and crisp,
Cucumbers in a salad,
Blending in unnoticed.
Today I feel like green.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC