Haiku On Autumn Novels & Stories

Sade’s POV The crisp autumn air wrapped around Sade as she stepped out of her car, the scent of burning leaves and pumpkin spice filling the air. The neighborhood was already decorated for Halloween, pumpkins on doorsteps, fake cobwebs clinging to porches, and skeletons posed in eerie grins. It was the season she used to love, the time of year she’d always gone all out for. But this year? She wasn’t in the mood for celebrating.

Its meaning is very direct and strikes your eyes immediately. But Rapha's Lonely Sunset is a breathtaking autumn scene where the dark water melts right into a huge, endless sky. The orange sun is going down, and a single wild goose glides in perfect harmony across the frame. The colors look like pure magic, wrapping your soul in a serene, otherworldly calm from the very first glance.

The autumn months brought a chill to the air, the leaves turning brilliant shades of gold and crimson as they danced their final dance before falling to the earth. The palace was quiet, the bustle of summer fading into the gentle rhythm of the season. The servants moved through their duties with a peaceful efficiency, their voices low and their footsteps soft. The gardens were still beautiful, their colors muted but no less striking, a reminder of the beauty that could be found in every season of life.

Hazel I walked through the woods with Gera flying lazily beside me, the leaves crunched beneath my feet, and the cool breeze ruffled my long blonde hair. Autumn was my favorite time of year, the changing leaves made me feel so alive, ironic considering they were dying. The shortened days made for longer nights and the stars always made me feel less alone. The other nymphs favored spring, rebirth, new life, and all that. While it was a beautiful time of year it just wasn't for me.

A cold wind was blowing teasing Si-ri’s long tresses. “I never bothered about the seasons prevailing in this outer world but right now I’m experiencing a sudden change in the season of my heart. Amidst this autumn, there is a spring taking place in my heart, I feel the blossoming of happiness, light and hope after surviving a drought. And now, I want this spring season to last forever in my heart.”

Present Day The afternoon sun transformed the world into a kaleidoscope of orange and red as it filtered through the autumn leaves. Dean sat in the garden on a wrought iron bench, his eyes closed as he looked toward the sun. He reminded me of a cat, sitting there soaking up the last rays of warmth before winter.

Here he sat down on the bank and was lost in thought. It was autumn. The trees growing along the edge of the water were shedding their leaves, which floated hither and thither on the surface of the pond. By and by, Kotei's attention was attracted to a spider on the brink of the water. The little insect was trying to get on to one of the floating leaves nearby. It did so at last, and was soon floating over the water to the other side of the pond.

The Morelli mansion in autumn was a completely different place than the one she had visited in a delicate rose-scented evening of May. The old oaks that flanked the driveway had turned colors deep amber and copper-rust and most typically burnt gold of October doing its most intentional work and the scent of the place was woodsmoke and wet earth with something sweetly fermenting in the orchard beyond the east garden. The sky was the definite shade of blue that only comes after the first cold nights, a clean and vertiginous blue which invariably makes the objects under it look more like themselves.

He swung her around and their voices rang out, ‘Like the sun through the trees you came to love me Like a leaf on a breeze, you blew away Through autumn's golden gown, we used to kick our way You always loved this time of year Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now 'Cause you're not here 'Cause you're not here 'Cause you're not here..’

But I no longer had the heart to stay and admire the scenery. On the journey back, the wind poured into my collar, cold enough to chill me to the bone. And somewhere behind me, that gravestone had already faded from sight.