An autumn breeze of Summer’s love-letter ease, cooled avenues of hearth-flame trees. In its company they chattered. To its airy arms their aroma was given. Into its mischief their season’s hopes were written, hopes wind-carried until spring buds would grow-green and blossom re-new.

September 2026

 

The autumn breeze blows cold, blows warm, blows hither-thither, speaks of sun and storm. How aromatic it is of summer blooms and earthy loam. Dry tendrils of tepid air are soon replaced by foggy flurries. In the tempo of its gusts are jazzy blues and the quick step. Clouds tarry in ease to then find themselves chivied. So wear a jacket that looks good on your arm and a hat of season charm - one that fits snug in your pocket.

September 2026

 

A bonhomie of aromas went a-jaunty sailing in that autumn breeze, sailing amid the leaves that billowed as they blew. Come the sunset it seemed to my heart that their hues to the sky they did impart. Golds and reds were the mountain’s canopy, as if they gustily grinned at gravity. Each day thereafter the sense grew still, that as the browns quilted earth, each dawn and dusk blushed brighter. 

September 2026

 

Steady autumn days of Soul's amaze-aches,

Confetti-rain as Flame's hearth-hue snowflakes,

Flakes as the pages of Earth's memoir rest,

Speaking of Spring and Summer's season-best,

My eyes need no reason to scene-soak rays,

In this halcyon-blaze of rustic days.

September 2026

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Autumn days twirl in joy scented air, as a pumpkin sunrise spreading sugar infused care. How the wind blows in breezy wands, wands that curl as the cloud's own songs. How the rain comes in light musical waves, as if happily humming of well remembered summer rays. Cooling hours as a Heaven's heartbeat told-soft bring each blessed moment of dreams spun aloft.

September 2026

 

A haze of hallowed autumn days flocked to my memory as the birds of meadow-glades. They came of bright-wing, of heart and soul-sing; they came borne on winds of wanderlust ways. In silent coolness they chattered in bonniest bonhomie, those hues of yester-seasons and yesterdays. As moon bowed to sun, and then sun to moon, as day-shine and starlight put on their waltzing shoes, my finest feathered fancies found themselves re-glazed.

September 2026

 

In that zephyr born of loam, of giving sweet humidity, breathing was all the easier. For in that autumn breeze I inhaled the hues as if they were my life blood restored, my joy, my serenity.

August 6, 2025.

 

The autumn breeze came as a warm love note from the summer days, a lingering kiss and a promise to return.

August 31, 2023.

 

The autumn breeze whispers as if it is a beautiful story I long to hear.

February 22, 2021.

 

This autumnal breeze that plays in both up tempo gusts and gentle lulls, is the conductor of this New England forest, the conductor of this phoenix canopy.

February 22, 2021.

 

Between summer-hearth and winter-sun comes the autumnal breeze.

February 22, 2021.

 

In this time when Earth wears her most warm of home-heath hues, her breeze is as a mother's kiss to the cheeks of all.

February 22, 2021.

 

Upon the autumn breeze is carried the aroma of the landscape, from rain quenched soils to sunlit lake, to the evergreen foliage reflects my woodland heart.

February 22, 2021.

 

A sun warmed autumn breeze eddies in impressionist curls.   

February 22, 2021.

 

The autumn breeze speaks in warm and golden aromas to the soul.     

February 22, 2021.

 

The autumn breeze carries fine drops, each one a promise of the rain to come. As newly chilled air moves the clouds, streaks of brilliance break through from a patient sun. I let my eyes rest for a moment, feeling the ambiance of the street, hearing the sounds, taking in the aroma, letting my brain be still. Then when I want to see, it's as if I just arrived here, beamed in from some other place and time, able to see clearly.

October 28, 2018.

 

This autumn breeze has a way of moving my hair, of tousling it into buoyant curls. It carries with it the fragrance of earth, soft after the washing of the rain and a sweet and steady sense of joy. And as it dances with the canopies of flame, it alights both eyes and soul, yet more as the feeling of a mother's lullaby, a comforting delight.

February 18, 2019.