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The leaves are changing,  The seasons are rearranging.  The Summer is leaving,  The kids are grieving.  Time for sweaters, and more chilly weather.  Hot coffee or hot chocolate in hand,
Leaves  Falling away from their home Some with struggling grip on the emptiness around them. God wishing to turn over anew,
Trees, breeze, ripples leaves. falling down, to the ground. to rest, add, to the rest.
The leaves are dancing don’t you see always dancing, never stopping  competeing to always be good to always beat the best spin.spin.spin a routine that has been built for centuries, 
Skies are gray and flat The crunchy leaves stir about  I color blank streets 
A green leaf fell and I stood up to catch it; My breath was caught instead.   The wind managed to blow breaths to push leaves beyond
Tiny dancer, fastened to her tree High above; the earth below. Poised, ready: autumn prompts Costumed, she tiptoes close... - She's dressed in nature's finest, Coverings so delicate, ever-changing
Tiny dancer falling from the sky Pirrouetting off her twiggy perch Then twirling gently, gradually, Descending to the ground below - While in her mid-air journey She joins a fancy troupe:
Dearest Friend,   Lend me your branches, that I may spend upon them a sultry summer day   Enfold me in broad leaves allow secretive breaths to divulge the heartbeat of the forest  
Often seen,Beneath all tree,Green feather fallen here.GentlyLyingCaringCryingBeneath all tree,Green feather here.
This Autumn I placed a leaf near my work Area on top my desk. It was red, And I thought it would be a nice small quirk, To have something I found in a leaf bed.
Oh look at the trees the leaves fall every day the trees dont blink an eye leaves are meant to be this way   So why do we care about the words someone might say about the look of a stare
She always said the leaves were                                                   t                                                        u                                                             r
The leaves tumble down, All except for one. She's already faded to brown, But the tree thinks she's as gold as the sun.   She trembles at the cold, And the tree knows it's time.
Looking at the tree,Under the branches and leaves,Leaf lands on my head.
In the soft whisper, of the November gust, rustle the leaves of fall, the leaves just must!
A mask painted greenWhisked away by Autumns breezeNow the face appears
Even the trees are more interesting than I, For their leaves change color. From glowing orange to bright red, They please any audience that drives by. An applause in the form of  a smile is what is recieved
Autumn gold Covered the trees in late season, Light glistening on the leaves As hot cider is poured Into mugs on the front porch.  
Thanksgiving Day   I slip in and out of dreams. I drift into darkness, lightness, and finally into the crisp glow of daylight.
All these branches, All these leaves, They're changing colours, Like women's weaves. They're changing. They're rearranging. They're bearing all, For the winter.
Silver leaves don't fall They never have to die They never hurt like I did When colder weather came on by Did you ever feel the heartbreak The bitter sting of pain
The hand holding yoursNow falls awayYou surrender strengthThat was never yours.You spiral downLike leaves from a treeSearching for acceptance Of G-d's will.
The flowerA flower sits up on it's stem over looking the ocean an sunIt opens up  only a few times a year for it dark for most of the timeAs the sun stars to dim  it closes it peddles lowers it head to sleep
The flowerA flower sits up on it's stem over looking the ocean an sunIt opens up  only a few times a year for it dark for most of the timeAs the sun stars to dim  it closes it peddles lowers it head to sleep
Leaves, wind, frost, air, Red, orange, brown, gold; Frost, air, wind, leaves, Crsip, crunch, light, cold.   Smoke, gloves, stars, school, Warm, sweet, bright, small;
They have stood their lastBut autumn is comingAnd the trees are the firstTo succumb to the changing days.Their leaves no longer lively and green,But now gorgeous shades of yellow and red.
The hardwoods cry in color this time of year As the sun sets an owls call from within the deep hollow can be heard clear There is no path to follow, not one less traveled by, no direction to steer
A beautiful, vibrant green leaf, pricked from a tree
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I like to see the leaves fall The trees look pretty tall They start to change color
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The breeze of death flows through the trees, turning leaves to orange from green, sets fire to the tree-tops.
I am carbon  a diamond in the rough still dull with jagged edges I've been through heat and under lots of pressure but I still don't shine people look and stare in my direction
Oh the joys of fall season To be brisk and bright  Tis' the reason   Snuggling by the fire Pumpkin spice in the air A hint at Thanksgiving And Christmas somewhere
Rich caramel leaves Once green and full of life Lie anxiously, waiting For pressure to end their strife   Controlled by wind Frail and frightened As the days grow shorter
Why do the leaves turn yellow? If yellow plus blue makes green, Then it would sure seem, Like the trees retract their blue blood, Into their trunks colored like mud.    Royal resources of nature
Does it take life to understand death?
As the hot days turn cold.  The leaves turn gold. School comes by in a rush. All the birds is silenced with a hush.  The fresh wind blows freely. The warmth of hot and cold air is guaranteed.
Now that summer washed away, and school is in full swing, I realized there's no time to play, or warmth until this spring.   I must look beyond the gray, and look for all that's good,
Heavy sunshine sets the leaves aflame Until, by and by, it doth remain. But then it cools and remains no more
The silent breeze blows  Streetlights dim as the sun rises Tomorrow is today
Leaves in the wind,touch the water's surface, begin the new adventure.
Taking A Loss By: Eric Turner To know how it feels to lose someone that was never really there, yet you wanted them very badly to be...
Autumn Bench     Jewlina Matthews    
A brown leaf  in an autumn breeze
Paper leaves do shake Scratching veins and tearing holes Their skin scrawled with death
My family stands beside me under a roof of sky
Hear the rushing and the gushing Of the wind’s resounding might, O’er the ruckus of the rain
It's Autumn, leaves fall, all but one. All the leaves fall fast, all but one. There is a strong breeze, but the leaf holds onto the skinny branch. The leaves fall, all but one.
Leaves flutter in the wind Leaves dance and play Leaves rain down to the ground Leaves are graceful and elegant Leaves are beautiful colors Leaves glimmer on the ground Leaves, I love to play in them.
Orange, yellow,  red, Slowly all the leaves decend, Autumn fades to snow
A carbon atom is small, But it can make you trip and fall. It has many things to do in life, So it will do it while he flies. Carbon forms a bond with oxygen, And they become the eternal bossing gem. They travel through the world,
A light breeze brushing my cheek, Turning my face rosy. Leaves falling from the trees Into my long, blonde hair. Taking step after step Onto the concrete path. A sip so strong
Empty sparkles, From the gray-nothing up yonder, Swirling before me…
Once again Autumn is upon Leaves are changing, colors blossom trees nestle into their winter shell Year after year, I've always viewed things with such blind eyes just a tree, just a color,
We fall like the leaves of Autumn, helplessly to the floor. We follow the wind, looking for a better core. We let the wind guide us  to see what's in store. Yet we act like we know what we're doing,
The Wind shares her secrets to summer's dying Leaves; with Her promise of spring they fall so hopefully. One last burst of color- they wither away; calmly assured that warmth returns someday.
Wild yet wonderful creatures that sore in the night Wise eyes set on prey, white feathers shining bright Wisdom Wings knows no fear The world is pitched black, but she can see wonderfully clear
We live a life with knowledge that death must come.The days of fall are gravenThe leaves fall upon the barren ground, the ravenCalls out in the midnight sun.
I've known forests: I've known forests vast as oceans and taller than mountains.   My sould has grown roots like the forest's.   I saw the dark snakes of trunks and long limbs of roots.
  They feel their life draining,   Their color changing.   Their mother letting them go   To save herself.  
It rises like a pillar from the ground Its skin rough and grey The branches bristle with thousands of leaves Quivering in the brisk wind They are bright gold and ochre
Trees have always reminded me of lungs. They even kind of look like them. They branch out in the same type of widespread, fleshy mass with exposed meat, and their introverted veins; veins as in branches, veins that act as passages.
  The leaf falls briefly to its end, Next morn to be swept away.  The tree of life from which it came, Lives on to another day.  The plight of these is never seen, Through the mist and the yonder gray.
I dream of filling pages, but I never seem to have the words. I dream of being clever, to make people turn their heads and whisper, "how did she do that?"I want to leave them awestruck. 
She stumbled She fell She got up and she walked. She stumbled she fell She got up And she walked. She stumbled She fell And she stayed there.
Days go by and still I think Of where I’ll go and what I’ll be My heart screams when is it my turn to reach the key?!
I feel the beat Rushing through my veins Shaking my bones. It pulses Living and strong. I feel myself open up A weight lifted off my chest Like a beautifully decorated circus elephant
She weeps tears of dew; Her humble boughs sigh. Wind becomes her grace, And the sun her hope. She shields clouds of rain; Veils her heart in leaves. Weather won't weaken, Her roots sink to deep.
With soft and tender hands, he gently wipes away the leaves of a helpless tree that has shed in the autumn weather, damaging the trunk and sap.
Late fall. So late that the scent of fall had to be searched for in the wintry air. But it was there and she breathed it in as she strolled through the park. Leaves covered the grass,
When you look at a tree, With its monstrous trunk And shining emerald leaves, You see only a tree.
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