This thread represents a bit of love, hope, dismay, and happiness between different autumn themes. I wanted to make a diverse thread, where the audience could relate and feel inside of the mind of the main character. Metaphorically speaking, various parts of the thread compares objects of fall time to real life feelings and thoughts.
Feel free to leave your thoughts below, and as always, thank you for reading. :D
autumn leaves
lyric poetry
The lonesome golden-brown leaf
Drifts swiftly from the tree,
One of many fallen down,
From the branch where it once was free
The leaf is sad, tired, and alone,
Its aches and pains slowly decay,
To the bottom of the ground
Where the tree trunk lies in gray
Sometimes it wonders what could be
If the seasons didn't change,
If it didn’t hurt so much
To fall to the ocean of leaves so strange
Once it reaches the end, it sees
There are hundreds, thousands, like it,
Lost in a sea of sunset orange and dark red,
The little leaf finds where it fits
fall in love
sonnet
the leaves crunch beneath our feet
on our slow walk to school
your presence is a treat,
like a summer day in a pretty pool
you walk me to class each autumn morning,
I wonder if you know I can’t help but fall,
fast and hard, without any warning
lying awake at night, thoughts a tangled sprawl.
Cozy by the fire, you hold me close and warm,
I could listen to your voice for hours on end.
Lost deeply in this autumn storm,
we find new magic where our hearts transcend.
Our love embroidered in spiced ember and crimson red
each moment with you is one I dread to see the end
pumpkin spice
sonnet
Pumpkin spice and all things sweetly said,
You once would whisper softly in the night.
I wished I’d known those words would soon be dead,
A fleeting comfort, fading from my sight.
I suffered through the pain of autumn’s chill,
Longing for your presence, near and true.
While seasons turned and time moved with its will,
Your silence grew, a void I once knew.
At night I lay, and dream of you near,
Yet shadows bring to mind those darker days.
When harshness choked the love that once was clear,
And left me lost in cold and hollow ways.
Each memory now drifts like autumn's breeze,
And we, once bound, remain as distant leaves.
pumpkin pickings
free verse
an orange glimpse into the life
of a short and plump little squash
she knows she won’t be picked
But even so, she tries to reach out
She sits in quiet sorrow,
her stem stretching long and pointed,
a testament to hope amidst the sea
of pumpkins, each seeking their fate.
Among the others, she struggles
to distinguish herself,
but despite her earnest efforts,
her demeanor remains wistful.
She dreams of the day a little girl
will wander through the patch,
selecting her from the array of choices,
to take her where she truly belongs.
Until then, she lingers in the field,
a solitary figure amid the hay,
awaiting the moment she’ll be picked,
and find her place in the embrace of home
Latte love,
Jill ☕️🍂
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Autumn my favorite time of the year
Keep up the good writing
Pap