Autumn Days
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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.
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Autumn Days
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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.
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Autumn Days
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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.
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--- Creative Writing on Autumn Days by Angela Abraham ---
Autumn Days
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
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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
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On this autumn day I breathe in the gold and feel it extend through every part of me.
December 7, 2020.
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On this autumn day my thoughts turn scarlet and gold, welcoming in the fresh cool air and fragrance of the season.
December 7, 2020.
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On this autumn day the foliage above could be my infinite dreams of scarlet and gold, playful in the soft light, colours ignited for all who care to see. They are the candles of the daylight, these trees that bring their art to our world, their branches taking root in the sky.
February 18, 2019.
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On this brilliant autumn day I find myself thinking of the spring, imagining that this warm sunshine has come to melt ice and snow. For a few moments I find myself believing it, thinking of the flowers that come, the brilliant petals of pink and gold, the flowers of pure white. Then I remember with a laugh... this is autumn and she has her own special ways to bring beauty. She gives by enlivening the senses, by making what could be dreary into the most bewitching of natural art. She gives by bringing a fresh start, feeding the soils and kissing the trees into their patient slumber. As the season deepens their graceful boughs will be the prettiest of charcoal sketches, drawing themselves tall, reflecting the light of a wintry sun.
October 24, 2018.
Creative Writing on Autumn Days, by Angela Abraham
