Autumn Breezes
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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.
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Autumn Breezes
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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.
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Autumn Breezes
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.Â
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--- Creative Writing on Autumn Breezes by Angela Abraham, September2026 ---
Autumn Breezes, Example One:
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.
Autumn Breezes, Example Two:
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.
Autumn Breezes, Example Three:
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.Â
Autumn Breezes, Example Four:
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.
Autumn Breezes, Example Five:
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.
Autumn Breezes, Example Six:
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. It was a warm love note from the summer days, a lingering kiss and a promise to return. It whispered as a beautiful story my soul longed to hear. That autumnal breeze that played in up tempo gusts and gentle lulls, for it was the conductor of that New England forest, the conductor of that phoenix canopy, breathing as a summer-hearth woven with the winter-sun, arriving as a mother's kiss, carrying the quenching rain for the parched-patient Earth, for the evergreen ever-giants, for the aqua-hearts of a hundred hungry lakes. How those lakes curled woodland reflections as impressionist art, eddying beneath aromatic breeze-swirls.
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Written in October 2026 from descriptions written 2020-2025
Creative Writing on Autumn Breezes, by Angela Abraham
