slowly the chill fills the airelegantly swapping the heat for coldpetals fall and leaves change colortender memories of years pastevening seems to arrive soonermarking the holidays to comebeneath the endless cycleenergy reserves start to shapereturning the world to the quiet

A poem to celebrate the changing of the seasons!

fervent desire races through our heartsappealing for the heat to dissipatelonging for cooler weatherlifting one’s spirits autumn will soon invade the sensespumpkin spice aroma from every directionpermeating minds and heartsreadying us for fall weatheroctober chills on the horizonas families gather togethercherishing the remaining summer daysharvest is upon usenjoy the cooler weathersavor the moments

The sun burns hot, and the breeze blows in cool. Days shorten for the long stretches of dark, the richest midnight shades of the year. Stars draw constellations, roadmaps of time and seasons. Chlorophyll deserts the tree armies of leaves. They fall yellow, orange, red, sienna brown, summer stories in their veins, and autumn crisps ...

Fall is the season for change. Everyone knows that, and the metaphor is a tad overused. However, the leaves change, and the earth gets prepared to be covered in snow. School starts in late summer, early fall. You get the opportunity to start fresh and learn new things.  Fall for me since I graduated college ...

Penned by Destiny Constantin & Calpernia Charles Fall changes something insideMy heart feels more prominentMy stomach is warmThe feeling of happiness flows free Watching the leavesOn the trees change colorsGreen to red, orange to brownFeel of the holidays in the air Pumpkin spice flavorsBlatant and boldApple pie, cinnamon, nutmegAll spices screaming out loud Sweet treats ...

Like others who are lucky to live in a state with all four seasons, autumn is my favorite time of year. There’s nothing more exciting to me than the chill in the air, the colors of the leaves, and the coziness of the clothes, not to mention all things Halloween. But while some things never ...

Incongruity is worn like A kimonoSplashing, swimming in the heat A back drop of goldenrod In its prime And the smell of crab applesFallen under the trees School in session As summer slowly Loses its grip. Welcome to Autumn.

I have been thinking a lot lately about the concept of personal happiness. Why can’t people just be happy? I’m not talking about being ignorant to the injustices in the world, or anything. I’m talking about actual opinions. I love Starbucks, for example. I love the last four months of the year because the seasonal ...

School may be starting, but in my neck of the woods, the weather can still be hot and humid. The air hangs heavy with moisture making the ridges surround my house hazy. I sigh. This weather was fun for a while, but now that we are getting back to some semblance of routine, I am ...