Let the leaves change colors & fall.
Shades of orange, yellow, & red.
Autumn, the best season of all.
Take care when your head hits the bed.
The Dead descend; our town will fall.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
LET THE GAMES BEGIN
autumn
AUTUMN
Let the leaves change colors & fall.
Shades of orange, yellow, & red.
Autumn, the best season of all.
Take care when your head hits the bed.
The Dead descend; our town will fall.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
OCTOBER
October arrives on hesitant feet
after September bows in defeat.
October holds its head high
until it must wave goodbye.
The crowning glory is Halloween,
the best time to party and be seen.
October soon leaves on dragging feet
as November arranges its defeat.
LET THE GAMES BEGIN
Let the leaves change colors & fall.
Shades of orange, yellow, & red.
Autumn, the best season of all.
Take care when your head hits the bed.
The Dead descend; our town will fall.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
HAPPY FIRST DAY OF AUTUMN
Happy first day of fall from
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
Let the leaves change colors and fall.
Shades of orange, red, and yellow.
Autumn, the best season of all.
IN THE RED
Source:travel-story
A beautiful fall day.
A pebbled path through the red.
I’ve come outside to play.
Fantasies flow through my head.
The leaves glitter red
Until the day turns dark.
I’m safe in my bed,
A red swirl in the park.
Rain pelts the park.
The wind cackles.
I flee in the dark
On raised hackles.
The path is gone.
Night has come too soon.
The path is gone.
Lost in the full moon.
RED LACE
Source:autumn—-leavess
RED LACE
I will lay down my head to sleep
Beneath a canopy so deep.
Soft leaves curl around my face,
Covering me in red lace.
Sticks of trees protect my sides.
Perfect place for one who hides.
The sun peeks in between the red,
The warmth of sunshine on my head.
THE DICTATES OF OLD MAN WINTER
The epic battle of the seasons.
Old Man Winter
erase all signs of Fall.
Snow covers the ground.
Tree limbs hang low dripping white.
Fall holds her branches
close to her body.
Some have already fallen.
The lone casualties of war.
The battle rages on.
Fall will have to succumb
to the dictates of Old Man Winter.
She has no choice.
She puts up a valiant battle.
She will be back after Summer
finishes heating the earth.
She bows her head.
RED LACE
(Source: autumn—-leavess)
I will lay down my head to sleep
Beneath a canopy so deep.
Soft leaves curl around my face,
Covering me in red lace.
Sticks of trees protect my sides.
Perfect place for one who hides.
The sun peeks in between the red,
The warmth of sunshine on my head.
AUTUMN IN THE AIR
Howautumnal
Whipping through the air
In colors of orange and green.
Falling by your feet,
A playground for a child.
The child in you.
SUSANNE LEIST 