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Autumn came and went it was naturally stripped All snaps are by author
Oh Autumn Like all is seasonal so is also human relations
I wrote this article as part of the requirement for a wonderful online course I took called "42daysofwriting." This course taught us how to write in the flow of consciousness genre letting my ideas flow on paper without reservation.
For me this is a time of year for reflection, a time for remembering and celebrating the year in its passing.
Leaves of autumn..Well its getting chillier by the day lets await for autumn yet.
Autumn in the big city, leaves crunching under feet while puppy love dreams are cast aside.
''An autumn leaf'''...We all are green leaves ... at the edge of moments imagination and soon each one will become ...a memorable one ''''''A LEAF OF AUTUMN ..'' in our own turn you and I ...no one will be left aside ....more leaves will bud ------Till then we all are rosy buds..aw...
Sometimes bare trees hold a charm of their own and tell a different story.
The Autumnal fever...Autumn once here...Lovely autumn!..What a beautiful autumnand many such autumnal poetrys galore Do you want more
I love the Autumn season which John Keats describes as ..The season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ... these are my thoughts on this lovely time of year ......
This is the season of forest splendour and trees wear their finest robes they burst forth into all their richest and warmest colours of the year,
Blackberries hang thick in hedges, the mushrooms spring up white, A geometric spider hangs his web on trees in an early morning light.
Sweet air from scented flowers has drifted away on an autumn breeze, Green seas of swaying grass say goodbye, while apples drop from trees.
This is a small sweet poem recalling autumn we just enjoyed some few months in the past
Autumn is a lovely season ere the onset of winter the snows
An old forgotten lane relives its glory days. It tells a story when the lane meant something a time never to return.
As the days get shorter and the shadows get longer winter will soon knock on your door.
As the summer leaves us, autumn takes over. A small poem to bring some cheer for this time of year.
An old man goes for a long walk in beautiful countryside. He thinks back to a time when he was young and strong. He would chase the young girls who wanted to get caught he was strong and fit afraid of no one.
As we come to the end of yet another year, I give you a poem of change
A poem about Autumn leaving us behind to a cold wet time of year and the work on the farms that needs doing
This drive depicts the beauty nature wants to share with all but only those who have discerning eyes do
Autumn is the finest season in the Americas and Canada .Those who haven't seen it are like those who haven't seen the Taj Mahal of india... As Bill Clinton had divided humanity when he saw the Taj.. that there were two kinds of people... those who had and those who had not...
The Minnesota change-of-seasons are second to none in their mystery, beauty and grandeur.
Autumn is a time for reflection over the years planting and harvesting.
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