âThe leaves are changing; I feel poetry in the air." ~ Laura Jaworski đ
âSoftly, green gives way to gold
The summer warmth gives way to cold
And autumn winds begin to blow
Across the changing earth.â Laura Jaworski đ
âAutumn is the time when Nature takes her watercolor to the trees.â ~ Laura Jaworski đ
âAn autumn breeze,
a string of words,
a star-filled skyâ
all are poetry.â
Laura Jaworski đ
âIn the hazy days at summerâs end
When the airâs still warm and the green near spent
When the days grow short and the evenings tall
Then you feel in a whisper,
Fall.â
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âA little leaf
In a sea of green
Takes a breath, and poof, heâs yellow!
Then his friends join along
And begin Autumnâs song
All because of that brave little fellow.â
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âThere are few things finer than a walk among the trees on an autumn day.â ~ Laura Jaworski đ
âWhat gold I have, I give to you
Words spoken by a world at play
And offered as the falling leaves
This bright October day.â
Laura Jaworski đ
âOrange in the autumntime
Blossoms in the spring
Shelter for the animals
A perch for birds to sing
Stalwart in the colder months
In warmth, a rustling sea
Is there anything in all the world
More lovely than a tree?â
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âThere is no greater artist than a tree in autumntime.â ~ Laura Jaworski đ
âTo walk among the falling leaves
And breathe the autumn air
And keep the company of trees
What thing could be more fair?â
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âWhen summer greets autumn
They two, for a while
Conspire in whispers
Then part with a smile.â
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âEach season promises beauty enough so as not to regret the formerâs passing.â ~ Laura Jaworski đ
âLittle squirrel out gathering
In the autumn sun
The leaves have tucked away your seeds
But searching's half the fun.â
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âOne breath of autumn is pure joy to the senses.â ~ Laura Jaworski đ
âCome Autumn
Roll your red-gold wave
Gently
Across the good earth.â
Laura Jaworski đ
âThe warmth of summer ebbs
As Nature works her alchemy
Of changing green to gold
And costuming the autumn tree.â
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âLeaves fall and the spirit soars.â ~ Laura Jaworski đ
âIn a burst of gold, comes autumn.â ~ Laura Jaworski đ
âIn autumntime
The fairies sit
Upon the leaves so patiently
Until the time
The wind comes by
And sails them from the trees.â
Laura Jaworski đ
âThe whistling winds are thrilling
The falling leaves, divine
And oh, how Nature paints the living earth in autumntime.â
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âIt fluttered past an autumn tree
In yellow-gold it caught my eye
The last of summerâs fleeing warmth
A lovely little butterfly.â
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âAutumn holds a wonder all its own.â ~ Laura Jaworski đ
âThe shuffle underfoot
The gently falling leaves
The chimneys puffing woodsmoke
That scent the frosted breeze
The pumpkins in their patch
The cornstalks growing tall
The landscape slowly changing garb
From green to goldâitâs fall!â
Laura Jaworski đ
âOn a crisp October evening
In a cozy little patch
A chipmunk found a pumpkin
In a tuft of autumn grass
He built a door and windows
And a chimney made of stone
Then he hugged that little pumpkin
As he whispered, welcome home!â
Laura Jaworski đ
âSailing autumn leaf
The blue sky is your ocean
The wind is your wave.â
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âThe squirrels collect their nuts
The leaves take to the skies
We welcome bright, crisp evenings
And wave the warmth goodbye
The breeze begins to nip
The caps and scarves appear
How magical the world becomes
When autumntime is here.â
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âI would regret losing the warm green of summer were it not for autumnâs promise of gold.â
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âBeautiful autumn
With no camera in sight
Youâre captured by soul.â
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âThere is great beauty in each season, but autumn has a pinch of something more.â
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âAutumn went out walking
And with a brush in hand
She draped the trees in red and gold
And dressed the changing land
She painted leaf and garden
And made the cold winds blow
Till all the world lay steeped within
Her bright October glow.â
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âThe world
Bronzed in autumn
Breathes magic.â
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âWhen autumntime approaches, you can feel it
Like a distant call thatâs sailing on the breeze
Itâs a-cominâ ever closer with a paintbrush
And a yellow, red-gold palette for the trees
Thereâs a crisp, delightful coolness all around you
And a crinkle underfoot, as if to say
Letâs go strolling through the bright October sunshine
With the dancing leaves ahead to guide the way!â
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âNo seams
No in betweens
Just gentle flow
When leaves begin to blow
And flowers grow
No distinctions
No parts
Just a year
Blending into
One work of art.â
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âIn her finest gold-tipped pen, Nature writes the poem of autumn upon the earth.â ~ Laura Jaworski đ
âThere is something so wonderfully charming about a pumpkin.â ~ Laura Jaworski đ
âPumpkins grow when the world turns cold
And the trees match the orange of their patch
When the vines take their time in a glorious stretch
As they trail through the sweet autumn grass
With a wave of some magic held fast in the earth
All at once they sprout up from the ground
And I doubt that a sight filled with greater delight
Oâer the whole of the world could be found.â
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âCrisp, delightful, apple-scented autumnâoh, how I adore you!â ~ Laura Jaworski đ
âI imagine the trees must enjoy autumn every bit as much as I do.â ~ Laura Jaworski đ
âAutumn is a place where words fall short.
It is a magic that must be felt, breathed, experienced, and treasured.â
Laura Jaworski đ
âAutumn,
when the trees shake loose their garments
and we bundle in our own.â
Laura Jaworski đ
âIn the quiet of a pumpkin patch
With the moon hanging high in the sky
If you listen close, you might just hear
The gnomes as they pass by
Theyâll march along to an autumn song
That they sing oh-so-soft as they go
Then watch with delight at a magical sight
For oh, how those pumpkins will grow!â
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âThe gnomeâs have gone out marching
For autumnâs here again
And all throughout the golden wood
Theyâre calling to their friends
Bring apples, pears, and pumpkins
And pile them at the gate
The leaves are skipping on the wind
Itâs time to celebrate!â
Laura Jaworski đ
âUp in the ol' apple tree
With the moon shining down through the branches
With a rickety ladder to climb
(But that's OK, I'll take my chances)
With a mug of my favorite cocoa
And a blanket that fits me just right
With a big slice of pie
Gazing up at the sky
On the very first crisp autumn night.â
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âI'd like to spend the night in a pumpkin patch
With the moonlight up above
And firefly lanterns hanging in the sky
With a scarecrow on the lookout
And a mound of hay to nestle in
I'd like to spend the night in a pumpkin patch
With a fire to keep us warm
Telling stories, and passing around
Apple cider and spiced cinnamon cookies
Ohâ
How I would like to spend the night in a pumpkin patch!â
Laura Jaworski đ
âIn the fall
A soft breeze
Through the trees
Turns the leaves
Into fireworks confetti.â
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âAutumn is the soul of Earth made tangible.â ~ Laura Jaworski đ
âClose your eyes,
Breathe in autumn,
Smile.â
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âA little squirrel
Gathering in the sunshine
Autumntime is here.â
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âThe scent of cinnamon and cloves
Round pumpkins and crisp, sweet apples
A world turned ruddy in rich shades of orange and gold
Puffing chimneys, sweaters, warm drinks
And leaves, gently leaving one home for anotherâ
Autumn.â
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đ Happy Autumn! đ
âNature is an alchemist,
gathering the last of summerâs green
and turning it to gold.â
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"Gold in hand is pleasant
A pocketful is nice
But autumn's gold holds such a worth
Each leaf is counted twice
So give me gilded woodlands
And gently falling leaves
I'd gladly forfeit opulence
For walks among the trees."
Laura Jaworski đ
"Oh that I could bottle fall
And make the magic last
Too rapidly the colors fade
The leaves depart too fast
But then, the winter snows will come
And afterward, the green
And so I'll treasure every step
And each breath in-between."
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