autumn day - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
On this autumn day I breathe in the gold and feel it extend through every part of me.
On this autumn day my thoughts turn scarlet and gold, welcoming in the fresh cool air and fragrance of the season.
In 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.
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.
Autumn days fall by as fast as the leaves from the trees. The sun rises and sets as if on fast-forward, as if there is some divine hurry to reach the winter. Though the sun is still bright, still brilliant in the sky, it is cooler even on the days that lack cloud. Soon every bough will be only brown and the gay colours they brought us will dim to a fading memory.
Autumn days wane toward the inevitable colder weather ahead, each nightfall coming sooner that the one before. The park is awash with the multi-coloured offerings of the trees and the commuters wrap their coats around themselves tighter instead of allowing them to flap in the breeze.
This autumn day has my sprits soaring beyond the colourful boughs above. The brilliant shafts of sunlight caress the carpet of reds and golds before me, laid out like a carpet for a royal. Each breath of the fresh air fills me a sense of life that almost makes me want to shout out loud, just to hear my voice echo amidst the trees - like a brave warrior of old. I've lived here so long that these rough-barked beauties are like loyal friends. I would hug them if there weren't so many of the neighbours about, sweeping leaves and walking their dogs. The dogs look so happy, like furry embodiments of smiles. They're so alive in the sunshine that I just want to run my hands through their fur while their tails wag in excitement. But I have a great deal to get done today, and if I work hard I'll get it all done and still have enough time left over for a movie and pizza with the girls.