Every season of all four are bright and dark in there own ways
Memorise natures gifts in life with our eyes we've photographed
A season like this is worth something so warm hearting to gaze
Regardless of it's messy orange blanket coating every ground and raft
Though Autumn is not always so, bleak, meaningless or hopeless
Feeling so dire, odd or spiritless like a long-lost lonely horse
But step outside and you'll find that no journey is ever roadless
Experience the pleasant flow in the air of a touching force
One stroll across the woods to wonder and imagine a dream
Insisting to be accompanied with or only by yourself
When the sun is out, embrace your space and zone of the orange beam
Drinking and enduring in the moment clearing in mind of health
Searching for stories and inspirations to become fictional
Memorising each day turning the page for your fingers to crawl
Though the dying of the flowers is pitiful but natures as liveable
Trees aren't as strong and thick like a stone wall yet proud to stand tall
You enter a moment of magic and bliss of an orange glee
Everywhere you step outside in this fall there are fallen leaves
Passing by and travelling near or far of any heightened tree
Cascading of diamond-shaped papers as if all left in deceives
Quite frankly glistening down but thick, rust and showering light
Wondering in leisure whilst laved of large carrot-coloured raindrops
Indulged in a world of fantasy passioned for something to write
As curious and seeking for self-freedom like a prowling fox
The pumpkins swell large and boulder hard for festive in the air
Though a vegetable evolved of the soil from roots to the fruits
Adjoined of the dirt not to mention the crisped leaves under the boots
Constantly crisp and crunch to amble here, there and anywhere
Youth generations celebrating All Hallows' Eve all around
Trick and treats for Halloween is hardly kept to a minimum
The spirit to embellish this lingers on with hardly no sound
Indulged in delights before the mess like folding aluminium
The Jack O' Lanterns display there own emotions glowed in fire
Decorated in screams and frights to gleam so bright in yellow
This festive event of fall is often kept minor or higher
Until candles die out to a maggoty, musty, mushy hollow
As late as this season skips the next chapter for a wintry view
Til the crisp and crunch of stepping on leaves pass by for wholesome
Disintegrating but returning soon with much more and less few
All though in this time it decays yet devines in the spirit of Autumn
About the Creator
PC Melpez
I'm simply someone who loves to write stories and poetries
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