Love arrived in Autumn like a Spring breeze,
Out of its time and out of its season,
Its dancing spirits left me ill at ease,
And the dark shadows, taunted my reason.
The green leaves that were my days before you,
Have drifted and faded and are no more.
The naive moments of white clouds on blue,
Have become remains on the forest floor.
The light and gentle glory was divine.
There was even a glimpse of forever,
But that which I was lent is never mine,
We only borrowed the time together.
I have heard the loveliness in a song,
And tasted the exquisite fruits and fare,
But the prize that is stolen feels wrong,
And the promise of joy becomes despair.
Love lets us believe in eternity,
Like a white bird flying across the sky,
Forever is until you discard me,
Chasing another golden butterfly.
Autumn brings cooler days
Effusing fiery golden hues
We lay beneath autumn trees
And autumn leave gently falls.
Laying beside you I'm lost in your eyes,
I'm lost in the presence of you
And autumn leaves gently falls.
We lay there and autumn breeze blow.
Would I trade this moment, no, no.
The rose in your hair is white like winter snow,
beauty lies before my eyes and sparkles glow,
And autumn breeze gently blow.
We lay beneath autumn trees,
We lay in love of autumn breeze.
We lay together in each other eyes,
We lay beneath the season of autumn sky.
Autumn breeze blow and leaves of autumn trees fell,
Staring in your eyes I see the unspoken love for me it tells.
Autumn leave, red, brown, yellow,
in autumn wind they rattle a love symphony of being hallow.
Small rays of sunlight,
between autumn trees had you glow.
And as we lay together beneath autumn trees,
softly in our love we watch a autumn day goes.
Turn a leaf that fly to ground.
Like the surf that must be round.
Loosen minds are Autumn- minds.
Rove to Eden does no sins.
Drift in winds are Autumn- senses.
Cursor ways are lights with ends.
Surface dust is Autumn- skies.
Autumn life is easy pies.
Pollute worlds have polluted airs.
Filthy messes are not so fair.
Autumn scenes are worlds that stained.
Social stairways need to think.
------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3----------
A beautiful Autumn day
everyday i sit of the door of our house
but sometimes instead i see a mouse
it doesn't have to look obvious
that you spent all the Autumn with her
the voice of the charted valleys
have given me some hope
but then finally i realize
that leaves fall from trees
and they die
so i went down in the deep,shallow woods
just looking for you
but again i say, what's useful
what's useful of hiding down the trees
watching animals taking care of each other
won't that be a reaction
but don't come back to life
suddenly one leaf fell on me
it was orange
and then another leaf fell on me
it was yellow
but i see
non were green
i thought what could cause this
while i'm only 10
maybe you did something to them
maybe you said something bad about me, or it was hopeless love.
Coldest season of winter
With snowy fall
Rays of golden sunlight
On a summer season
Falling of leaves
By autumn season
Pretty flower blossoms
With twittering birds
Of the spring season
All seasons with their specific beauty
Makes the world beauty.
I wake up before the sun from a cozy bed
I walk outside and feel the crisp autumn chill
So I put a stocking cap on my head
I walk through the back yard
heading for the woods
doing something city boy
only wish they could
I arrive at my stand
and check the direction of the breeze
before I climb up ole faithful
a dying, dark barked maple tree
I make myself comfortable
as the sun stretches its arms
for the sky
producing iridescent colors
I live for the outdoor
and that's one of the reasons why
Not far behind me a freshly cut field of hay
in front endless rows of cornstalks fill the way
I begin to think of a tradition
My son and I on thanksgiving day.
he is still here with me
even though last November he passed away
I start hearing cars doors shut
its coming from over the hill
carrying an aroma of cinnamon
It's my favorite! Pumpkin pie
Justin, I'll be back, But for now Goodbye
A falling leaf,
a step in time,
the tune of my thoughts,
set in rhyme,
The autumn sun,
sets a scene,
through the shadow,
of the trees,
it spreads it's beam,
A ray of colours,
fills the sky,
up and over,
the hills so high,
A fresh watery breeze,
brushes my face,
as I stand and stare,
at this wonderful place,
This place is our home,
where we belong,
full of beauty,
and nature's song,
whenever we can,
we should embrace,
the gift of nature,
and all its grace.
a friday or another
a walk with mother
is that fruitful
walking ahead see a shop
having a stop
looking at whats
makes a day
with a small friutful day
A day of autumn beauty,
Beautiful in every way,
Canada is a land blessed,
Dance of the leaves, when the wind blows,
Each person thankful for Thanksgiving reunions,
Free to celebrate and be together,
Goodness given to us by the Lord,
Houses and apartments warmed and comfortable,
I like being there, at home,
Jay the beautiful bluebird that sits in the pine tree,
Kindness everywhere, a land to be proud,
Love and friendship prevails with every good neighbor,
Miracle, God's blessing,
New faith and days of worship at church,
October days and nights, the fading of summer,
Parents and children gather for Thansgiving at church and house.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz