Autumn's Falling Leaves
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Leaves as great golden butterfly wings spin, spin and spiral to autumn’s grass. Amid the long wands and poppy blooms, embracing the windy gusts to fly their last. At times one catches a current as a patient air-surfer, tumbling with a tickling-whisper. As more of the canopy tumbles, as it leaves arboreal arms, I see it as the natural clock, the count-down to Winter’’s charms.
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Autumn's Falling Leaves
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Falling leaves land with a crackle, heavier than in a ‘once upon a time’ fairy dream. For as the fall weather accelerates this day, the wind has withered to barely-breeze. Down they come as elevators, no slowing cords, no need for doors. Each sits exactly where it fell, a structured hand of once living veins and wax-glossed greenery. Weeks ago it turned light to sugar. Weeks ago it spun out fresh oxygen so freely. All around its brethren drop with a crackle and a festive crunch, together a transitory carpet for soles striding these autumn pathways.
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Autumn's Falling Leaves
Wind’s fingertips guide falling leaves to their place in the season’s picture book. There they flutter, there they chatter, structured yet with organic grace. Days may wane and come again, rain may fall to gloss and soak. Still more leaves rain each moment, adding to the earthen story, gaining their final act of humble glory in the autumntide. And so to fall is not their folly, neither is it sadness with serenity, yet journey’s end well met with arboreal tranquility.Â
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--- Creative Writing on Autumn's Falling Leaves by Angela Abraham ---
Autumn's Falling Leaves, Example One:
Wind’s fingertips guide falling leaves to their place in the season’s picture book. There they flutter, there they chatter, structured yet with organic grace. Days may wane and come again, rain may fall to gloss and soak. Still more leaves rain each moment, adding to the earthen story, gaining their final act of humble glory in the autumntide. And so to fall is not their folly, neither is it sadness with serenity, yet journey’s end well met with arboreal tranquility.Â
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September 2026
Autumn's Falling Leaves, Example Two:
Falling leaves land with a crackle, heavier than in a ‘once upon a time’ fairy dream. For as the fall weather accelerates this day, the wind has withered to barely-breeze. Down they come as elevators, no slowing cords, no need for doors. Each sits exactly where it fell, a structured hand of once living veins and wax-glossed greenery. Weeks ago it turned light to sugar. Weeks ago it spun out fresh oxygen so freely. All around its brethren drop with a crackle and a festive crunch, together a transitory carpet for soles striding these autumn pathways.
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September 2026.
Autumn's Falling Leaves, Example Three:Â
Leaves as great golden butterfly wings spin, spin and spiral to autumn’s grass. Amid the long wands and poppy blooms, embracing the windy gusts to fly their last. At times one catches a current as a patient air-surfer, tumbling with a tickling-whisper. As more of the canopy tumbles, as it leaves arboreal arms, I see it as the natural clock, the count-down to Winter’’s charms.
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September 2026.
Autumn's Falling Leaves, Example Four:
My God, the leaves. The fall leaves. The rain-dropped platters of hearth-earthen hues, hues that fall into the unseen cushions of air. Glide. Giddy-swirl. Twirl. They rest as one mosaic tile in uncountable-many, curving as nature's smiles. Together one artist. Each one a masterpiece. How they chatter in their sleep. How they gather as flocks of sheep. How they huddle on the loam even as they wind-roam. Restless as my dreams they wander. Casting casual magic they meander; as if an arboreal river they sought to be, ever seeking a forest leaf-sea. My God, the leaves. The fall leaves.
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First written March 13, 2023, edited. extended and adapted October 7, 2026.
Creative Writing on Autumn's Falling Leaves, by Angela Abraham
