Autumn or fall?

It depends on how you look at it;

For some, it is used interchangeably.

For others, "fall", simply because it is easier to spell and quicker to say

But also

Because it is, after all,

A bird chirps

Along with morning's song,

Humming along

With warm beams of light,

Letting out calls

Merging with yawns

As arms stretch

Along with uncurling wings,

Reaching for a morning hug,

The asters are out again, just in time for my birthday. 

And each year on this day, I look back and wonder how a person can change so much, and how, without thinking, I suddenly am who I am. 

Autumn sculpts the land,

casting away Summer, 

but through the cracks in the clay, 

whispers of Summer haunt the day.

The suns ray's seep down,

casting the red and orange leaves a glow.  

Summer is going fast, 
As the nights grow colder. 

Summer came and went, 
And took with it that feeling. 

Fall brings sorrow, 
It reminds you that time doesn't stop. 

Every day

At a 3

I would walk home

Taking the same path

In fall I would admire

The trees and colors

One evening I saw a tree

With one little leaf

It was bright red

Standing out against

Each time a leaf falls

Another heart shatters

Each time the wind blows

Another break up

But each time a pumpkin is carved

A date is planned

Each time a cider donut is devoured

Another kiss

We have hawk eyes 

watching 

for the moment when the hills 

can decidedly be called red 

instead of green. 

We have hawk eyes 

watching 

Summer is gone

As the leaves now fall

In shades of lively oranges and bits of red

Hello my old friend.

Where now I can bask in your warm embrace

Of your season's range

And a new wardrobe change.

She sat on the steps, enjoying the brisk autumn air. It was the day before Halloween and the smell of cinnamon hung in the air. She knew she’d have to go in soon, but for now life was perfect.

Standing in the streets, 
The darkness of the city lights 
Washes over you. 

The joy of the summer fades, 
The sorrow of the fall is a current feeling. 

Hand in hand we walked down the path, littered with colorful leaves. A gust of wind swirled the leaves around us. Encompassing us in our own little world. I looked up, the trees bent over us with shades of red, orange and yellow.