Fall Stories

The olives and the ochres of withered blades,Of conkers and hazel all through the gladeDark evenings, too soon the clock going back,Squirrels secreting their nutty snacksA ring of fairies dancing on the lawn,Appearing in the early dawn  The cool breeze brings a dash of rain,Like tears on the window paneA double rainbow a lucky sign?Still no evading autumn time Some might speak of the fall,Time to don coat and shawlNo more...

Life starts life ends. You can never revist the moment it all began. Pain and joy a temporary. Life is a path in which the destination is unknown.  You stand you fall yet you will never remember it all.  Destiny and destruction lay in your hands. Contemplating which path to take when you meet a fork in the road. Will you fall will you rise.  Is it right is it wrong.  Guided only by emotions you begin to walk aimlessly.  W...

Summer is now over onto fall We've now closed our pool Putting stuff away giving it our all The kids are now back to school The temperatures are still hot Colors on the leaves are changing Enjoying activities that we like a lot Summer memories are now fading Enjoying the amusement park Now going into fright fest We stay until closing in the dark We’re a little bit obsessed Perhaps we’ll go apple picking We love to make ap...

It’s all so temporary. As days disappear on silent wings The patterns of cause and effect are rarely seen during the cyclical phases of life. Leaves fall and are swept away. The wind howls loudly on dusky days. And when the sun shines again -- as it did when we met -- you’ll no longer be here. Each second flutters aimlessly. But too quickly to catch. (I’d hold your hand if it would make a difference.) But time cannot be f...

Summer has left the resort town. The first of the cool winds has set in. Early show clouds are in the sky, producing cold rain and not snow. The once-thriving bushes are now bare brambles, never to bloom again until spring. The forest on the outskirts of town is shrouded in dusky light from what's left of the sun. People are exploring the shops, picking up their materials for the early onset of winter, skipping over fall....

I try to hold onto my hopes, dreams and desires. As the days grow shorter, and the nights longer, I find that sliver of hope that kept me going start to fade. I clutch my blanket around me tighter, ignoring the clock that says I must leave my bed. I ignore the life outside my doors in favour of living inside my own personal hell. I know what’s wrong, and I know how to fix it; I just lack the desire to do anything about it...

The brilliance of it shines pale grey-white like a seagull's feathers in the sea of black inky oil, giving her the only light there was. The leaves in hues of red and shades of brown, yellows and oranges as vibrant as a stoplight and as dim as the mucky slime that they call baby food. They fall, floating gracefully down to the ground from their uppermost perch in the city's version of a forest canopy. As a baby-food-orang...