A Short Story : A Story?

The work autumn may also remember and so she might point and say proudly to the adult with her. ‘ Look those leaves are falling too! Is that because its autumn?’

One summer, April opted to go get a job in Winnipeg instead of spending time with Cheryl.  She got introduced to the night life and some other elements of that type of living.  Cheryl was slightly offended and disappointed that April didn't come to see her.

As he leaves, they notice that the leaves have all turned orange and the air is no longer warm. Every autumn thereafter, the trees at the Bailey farm stay green for a week longer than the trees to the north, and then change overnight. In the frost on the farmhouse windows the Baileys read the words, “See you next fall.”

The finis graveyard flowers were flourishing, their ambrosial scent wafting throughout the house, softly speaking the names of our dead.

It was in the clove of seasons, summer was dead but autumn had not yet

    It was September 29th, the day we all had longed for.  It was sunny, with intermittent clouds.  The leaves were just starting the turn from green to the beautiful autumn colors.

The poem, “O Autumn, Autumn!” used many detailed words and phrases. Overall, the poem was written about the season autumn, and the feeling you get during this time. The first stanza talked about the type of atmosphere the season helps you feel. Newsome expands on the mood of the season autumn. Newsome talks about the deep color of the sky. This helps the reader visualize how the autumn sky looks. Furthermore, she goes into detail about the ground, and how it appeals to everyone; moreover, she explains the beautiful color of the leaves, and how they are fluttering everywhere. There are beautiful butterflies and robins flying by in clusters everywhere. Then, she talks about the summer feeling slowly going away, and slowly moving into the autumn season. Throughout her poem, she used meticulous phrases. She describes the sky and the leaves in details that help you picture in your mind. Professor Emerita at Ohio State University talked about how she has a great amount of imagery in her poems. She describes everything in detail, and help the reader imbibe the

The wind howled in the daylight.  Chills ran up my back.  That's how you know it is fall in New Jersey.   The leaves fell to the ground as they turned an ombre color.  “Come on!”, my mom shouted in frustration.

The sun cast its golden light through the leaves and the trees and onto the metal plating of the jeeps and tanks. In autumn it was typically Fitz’s favorite time for sights. The leaves fell and the sun looked, to him, at their fullest. It was beautiful and as he stared it reminded him of his home in Virginia, but unfortunately home was far from where he was and the smoke from behind settled. His home was gone, yet the Autumn kept him steady. Fitz was reminded of his two daughters, but he would see them no more. He winced. Autumn had been a usually calming season, but he was at an unsteady alert staring ahead at the path.

June decides to travel with Day and his companion, Tess, for a few days. She notices how quickly and quietly Day can travel through the sectors. Day is also aware of how well June knows how to survive on the streets. They realize how similar they are to each other and in some ways are attracted to each other. After a sign of romance is shown through a kiss, June discovers who Day actually is.

When they get to there new house June see’s June the mean June that always calls her names etc. Now she's going to go to the same school with her, the same swim lessons etc. One day when they go into school June goes up to her and say’s “No. No. No. No.” This shows that going through her rough times she never gave up and she said no to the

Misty dew covers the entire surface of the field. The yellowing corn stalks stand erect and proud until my grandpas tractor comes to end their growth. Autumn slowly weaves its way in and leaves a stain of brilliant color in its wake. Not everyone enjoys such colors, but when you take a second to step outside your doorstep, and look at all the wonders that surround you, you’d be surprised at how marvelous the world can truly be. To me, Autumn is a time for relishing in the colors. Soaking in the oranges and reds while sitting by a warm fire. It’s a time for remembering that everything does end, but it does not have to end in the dreadful way we think it will. Autumn is a time for the closeness of others to keep out the chill of the morning and the starry-eyed darkness of the night.

The world is plump with the maple coated scent of Fall. The innumerable concrete lanes have begun to cripple with phosphorescent leaves this season has invited. With every breath Mother

The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.

Spring had always been her favorite time of year. The budding blossoms gave off an undeniable fragrance, and the sky was so blue it seemed almost painted. It was the kind of sky that had Kelly lying on the ground pointing out the images of different animals and objects in the passing clouds.