Death reaches his hands

Shrivels leaves

Rips them up

Soon the ghosts and ghouls will scream

They've waited all year for Halloween

 But this death is not a scary thought

In fact it's comforting

She looked out at the world

From her tower

Hidden away from the

Place she was told

Was once her home

Her hair was long

Auburn

Shiny

Out the window she saw

Mountains covered in color

as I sit here – 
deep in the forest, bathed in shadow, 

watching the leaves fall, 
tell me, why does the earth end in such a pretty display? 

I holler to the trees, 
they answer with a rustle 

I’ve always loved the autumn

Costumes and candy on halloween 

Turkey and family on thanksgiving 

Bright colors and cute clothes

The season gave me joy, 

But as i grew up it gave peace

All the leaves turning red, yellow, orange, and brown –  

Oh, how those colors amaze me every year fall rolls around. 

Soon it will be time for them to drop down, 

"You're changing," I whisper to myself.  

"So am I," whispers the wind.  

I think change is good.  

Change is the way the air cools at night.  

Change is the way I'm back at school again.  

Her hair,

Long and brown,

With that hint of red.

Her eyes,

Blue and bright,

With that touch of green.

Her style,

Bubbly and pink,

With all that glitter.

This is the Autumn

Autumn! She's here at last, sweeping about the earth in a whirlwind of color.
Now turn the days to cool, and the nights to cold!

Does the orange leaf feel fear before she falls?

Or does she feel freedom, happiness as she floats 

For the first and last time?

Like a lamb to slaughter.

autumn, you arrive with a grace so profound, a symphony of colors rising from the ground. you teach us to let go with a dance so free, to release the past, like leaves from a tree.

Autumn, you’re the quiet guest who settles in the corner, pulling the warmth of summer close to your chest, until it’s just a memory, like the way a song lingers in the back of our minds, softly echoing.

Hey Autumn, old friend, I’ve missed your gentle sway, with leaves like whispers in the fading light of day. Your cloak’s a patchwork quilt of amber’s sweet embrace, and I wonder if you dance beneath the moon’s soft lace.