Descriptive Autumn

2. Fall – It is during the fall that the weather is starting to calm, and the temperature is starting to cool down. It is also a time when individuals start to emotionally wind down and prepare for the sedate winter months. Traditionally, this is the time of year for the harvest and

What is the best season ? Fall is the best season because there is comfy clothes , get to play in the leaves and outside it turns amazingly beautiful . There are so many other reasons why fall is the best season but we are gonna focus on just these three for now . One reason why fall is the best season is because of the comfy clothes that include “ sweatpants , beanies (small hats ) , comfortable coats , boots , yoga pants and so much more .” ( odyssey ) Some people might think who doesn't like dressing like a bum ? That is a good question some people like dressing like a bum but others might think it isn't their style . For those who don't like dressing like a bum it is probably because their favorite season might not be fall . For those who

I wrap my scarf around my neck and reach down to lace up my boots. Careful not to drop my cross body bag as it swings down, I stand up straight and walk out the door. As I lock the front door behind me, I inhale a deep breath. This is my favorite time of year. The air is brisk, yet the sun is warm on my skin. I begin my walk to work since my car officially died yesterday. This is the third time this month, but I don’t really mind. I love walking when the weather is like this. The sounds of leaves crunching beneath my feet sounds like music.

Instead of your heavy winter coat, you decide on a raincoat and boots for the upcoming rain. With the wet dirt and uncovered tree’s, earthly smells enclose your senses. Seeing the newly grown grass. Hearing the birds chirp after returning back to their homes. Critters have just begun to come out of hibernation and everything starts to become the active beaten path you used to know. As the clouds start to disappear and the sun comes out of hiding, trees and plants start to bloom with new life with the vibrant colors of summer. Leaving behind the pastel colors of spring, summer brings noisy vibrant colors to life. The animals wake and scamper across the cement pathway while the flowers open to the morning rays. Different smells meet you halfway to fill your nose with aromas that have not been discovered since last

Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring usually seasons would not mean much to a person. In the book “How To Read Literature Like A Professor,” the author, Thomas.C Foster, explains how seasons could be more than just a an indicator of the weather. Seasons of the year could tell many characteristics of a character. During books the seasons could give an insight on the emotions of a character, the age, or the time it may be taking place. In Fosters book he gives an example of just how the seasons of the year could impact a book. Although many people may associate weather or holidays with the seasons authors make it very clear that seasons are more than this. In “ The Great Gatsby,” F.Scott Fitzgerald, the author, also includes the seasons to symbolize these things throughout

As we read through, the reader can begin to see a change in the tones of the poems. In A November Landscape, the tone is very dark and sad until it hits the third stanza. The speaker talks very sad then, the author adds the word “yet” to show the reader it is not all what it seems. He then finishes the last stanza by saying “April lured the crocus through snow” which shows signs of spring. The tone in Winter brightens up and talks about how “spring must take its place” but then is quickly switch around and the speaker says “I tell you no” and ends the poem with absolutely no hope and says “who watch each other with the winter’s look, touch with his hand, speak with his bitter breath”.

The trees have shed their gowns and there’s a distinct smell of Marlboro. Tiny tots race around with a hand-me-down football as my brother chases them. Three dogs are locked behind fences in their dog bins eagerly chomping to play. The air is nice a crisp as autumn blanketed the small city. Slipping off my shoes, the grass tickles and goose bumps prickle up my legs.

As the season change, so do I. The changing of the seasons not only have an effect on the way I dress, but the way I act. Fall marks the start of a new school year and with a new year brings purposefulness and a strength of character. I find myself down memory lane in the winter months, remembering the warmth close family and friends can bring. Spring allows me the chance to regroup, reexamine, and reenergize. The long awaited summer finally arrives, bringing a carefreeness that fails to exist during the year. A “new me” seems to emerge as the seasons do, allowing me the perfect opportunity to demonstrate that within my anthology.

Just think of tanning in the sand on a beach and sipping a sweet drink. To some, that sounds like the life. The summer season is by far better than the winter. Summer has so many more perks and positive traits than Winter. Some find themselves even getting depressed in the Winter. Although, I do thank mother nature for giving Summer.

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 fleeting changes that often accompany seasonal transition are especially exasperated in a child’s mind, most notably when the cool crisp winds of fall signal the summer’s end approaching. The lazy routine I had adopted over several months spent frolicking in the cool blue chlorine soaked waters of my family’s bungalow colony pool gave way to changes far beyond the weather and textbooks. As the surrounding foliage changed in anticipation of colder months, so did my family. My mother’s stomach grew larger as she approached the final days of her pregnancy and in the closing hours of my eight’ summer my mother gently awoke me from the uncomfortable sleep of a long car ride to inform of a wonderful surprise. No longer would we be returning

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.

Overall, summer is just a wonderful season with so much to offer. The best thing about this time of the year is that everyone is so happy, whereas, compared to the winter, everyone is

After a long day, I decided to go outside onto the porch swing and relax. The sky was still gray. The breeze was still nipping at my skin. The leaves were still rustling in the wind. It still made me feel at peace. If only it was actually fall instead of

At one time or another, every person has experienced the beauty of summer. In this time of the year, nature is full of life, the weather is at its finest, and the paramount joys of life can be experienced to their fullest. Then the fall comes, the trees turn lovely shades of red and yellow, and the wind offers a nice chill breeze for relief. Unfortunately, seasons change and the beauty that people once experienced vanishes. People focusing only on the material and petty aspects of life, rather than the beauty around them, will let life pass them, missing out on the true wonders of the world. In his poem “To Autumn,” John Keats utilizes imagery to express the importance of indulging in the beauties of nature, while alive, because humans are mortal beings bound by the limits of time.