Doctor, I'm allergic to autumn. I cover myself with a blanket and sleep all the time.
With the first autumn chill, life will begin again.
"Francis Scott Fitzgerald"
Autumn is the time when you need to let go of all the useless dramas and senseless tragedies on all four sides.
Autumn is the time to warm yourself up with warm sweaters, hot tea and kindness.
This fall my mood is to make a nest out of a blanket and never leave.
The autumn day is quietly waning.
The November wind dries my lips.
There are no small feelings in the world.
Only souls are small.
Your words wanted to make me cry, but the falling leaves stopped them and took them away into autumn
Autumn is the time when lonely people warm their frozen hearts with cigarette smoke.
"Elchin Safarli"
Autumn always and everywhere complicates everything in life and in relationships.
My autumn depression is driving me to the point of exhaustion. Some people have school and a session, but I have attacks of irritation.
So the rains came.
Wash away the dust from the soul,
To then clean it with white snow.
I'm not sick, it's just that in October I feel like my insides are being gnawed by wild animals.
"Gabriel Garcia Marquez"
The old woman is autumn, the leaves crunch under our feet, reminding us of what happened between us.
Smells like autumn. Something unusually sad, welcoming and beautiful. I would take it and fly away somewhere with the cranes.
"A. P. Chekhov"
Autumn is not scary if there is spring in your soul.
I like autumn. Tension, the roar of a golden lion at the back of the year, stunning with its mane of foliage. A dangerous time - violent rage and deceptive calm; fireworks in your pockets and chestnuts in your fist.
Autumn is the perfect time to start fresh and forget everything old.
It was November - the month of crimson sunsets, birds flying south, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate songs of the wind in the pines.
"Lucy Maud Montgomery"
Autumn... cold, windy and rainy. But it becomes cozy and warm if you are not alone in it. If he is in it...
Every person’s dream on cold autumn evenings is to warm their feet near a real fireplace, read an interesting book, leisurely sip tea and have a loved one nearby.
If you put together the first letters of the autumn months, you will get exactly what will be missing throughout them.
There is no time better than autumn to begin to forget everything that languishes and worries. We need to shake off worries and worries, like trees shaking off dry leaves...
"Paulo Coelho"
Autumn is all the colors of a traffic light in one park. Life rushes forward when the park is spring-green and slows down when all the colors are on at the same time.
I love listening to the wind whistle,
Watch its devastation,
Watch the yellow leaf tear
And listen to the sound of his fall.
I don't like autumn. I don’t like to watch leaves full of life wither, having lost the battle with nature, a higher power that they cannot defeat.
"Cecelia Ahern"
Leave me the smell of coffee and go, let’s not be clumsy, the tormented summer is behind us, just a little more, and autumn will rule.
The trees haven't shed their leaves yet
And the sky hangs heavy with rain
More rowan fruits, red clusters
They get wet in the alleys, waiting for bullfinches
And the reflections of the fires of sad autumn
They bring alarming news that cannot be conveyed
And the name of the woman that I called dear
It will no longer bother your soul.
The swirling autumn leaves,
It fell under my feet like a golden carpet,
Love dances on the carpet
The gods came down to crown love,
The muse is crowned in the holy forest,
But this is not a burden to the Gods,
Love and muse are so close
When in harmony
They give birth to inspiration
The crown of love is the fruit of pleasure...
Not reset yet
from the branches
trees
leaves.
The sky is looming
above the ground
heaviness
water,
And berries
rowan,
reddened
in the hands,
They sadly get wet
waiting
winter.
Autumn fires
scenery
draw
in puddles
And the color yellow
overflows
world.
I wanted it so much
hear,
what am I
needed
Except me
you
nobody
not nice
It's Indian summer for us
will give everything
Warm
Warm
remaining
autumn
as an inheritance.
And us
they don't heat
false
words.
After all, everything is warm
must...
I’ll close the door behind me so I can’t hear you,
Silence filled my ears.
It suddenly becomes so stuffy from resentment.
There's no one else outside.
The mood is yellow autumn.
Parting on the horizon
And the icy rain turns away
Tears the protective umbrella of the soul.
There is a blizzard, cold, frost ahead.
There is no escape from winter.
Oh how I want to be needed
In unison so that the heart beats.
In the meantime, autumn rules the soul,
It's time to put on a raincoat against the rain.
I'm parting with you today.
Everything burns inside with hot pepper.
So the day has flown by - my soul is uncomfortable and empty
And dusk deepens again, and the lawn grass darkens
This day dissolved all desires, hopes and feelings
I don’t care about the autumn color and the rotting leaves in the park.
Blackened smoky silhouettes of smoky houses
A serpentine of dying raindrops sparkled in the lanterns
And the autumn leaf still dances its pirouettes in the wind,
Yes, everything is looking for salvation in wet empty squares.
I’m walking along the asphalt alone and I don’t see passers-by anywhere
Either the rain dissolved them in its streams...
Black berries, black rowan
Scraps of sky in the clearing of clouds
A day cut in half
Men's backs are stooped
Dull looks, crooked smiles
Yellow leaves with grass, out of place.
And, lopsided wind gusts
With light rain, scattering the leaves.
I want to drink in warmth and comfort
I'll light the stove - a rustic fireplace.
Little, after all, is needed for happiness, in fact...
It's a pity that I'll be alone today.
Here is the gate and the sun is setting
The sunset burned out with pink light.
I smiled, Well, stop being angry.
Autumn...
Did you find the photo disturbing? Are you in the mood... autumnal sadness?
Everything impossible happens in life! Just tell yourself: - Well, let it be!
Be calm like a tank! However, do not forget... your own and others!
To change our mood, one coffee is enough for... three!
And outside the window, the leaves are spinning again
I hear the music of a farewell waltz
Autumn is leaving, just like love is gone
There is You, there is I, there is no more us...
There are no more us and no more excitement
No fuss, no mood
Autumn ball, charm...
...and silence, peace, silence
Autumn... it's coffee with cinnamon,
maple leaves carpet,
a string of birds,
rowan, burning like a fire...
Autumn is like a child's drawing,
warm, gentle colors,
the whisper of the rain of gentle strings,
and half-mask evenings...
Autumn... vanilla buns,
the smell of smoke, barely audible,
the wind with leaves is like a square dance,
keeps dancing his magnificent dance...
Autumn...coffee with cinnamon,
quiet song of the fire...
everything we thought somehow...
everything you dreamed of yesterday...
I'm going into the autumn alley...
I wander slowly, rustling leaves...
And I don't regret anything anymore
My soul sings the autumn blues...
I'm going into autumn negligence,
Tasting a little sadness...
Maple leaf thoughtfully and tenderly
Spinning in a waltz, falling on a bush...
I'm going into the autumn alley,
And let the drink of autumn not be honey...
Every time I get drunk from autumn -
Not from the wine, but from her beauty...
And outside the window Rain and Rain are walking...
I'm sorry that people only see Rain.
She wanders quietly along the boulevard with him,
And he pours it on her...
So what?
The leaves rustle, wrapping themselves up in the evening,
Today they don't want to rush,
For them, autumn is the time of meeting -
A special time for the soul.
They don't splash loudly through puddles,
Tapping Morse code drip: -Reception...
Rain and Rain, they are not at all bored,
Walking through the wet autumn together...
Friend Autumn in the window
The leaves rustle,
She got me without asking
He will treat you to sorrow.
Yellow leaves will fall,
And the wind will whip,
And taking my hand
He will lead you around the park.
Shows all the outfits
Reminds me of winter
Whisper quietly in your ear -
There is joy in me too.
Look at the leaves!
Look what a carpet -
Every season
It has its own magical choir.
In Summer, the nightingale chirps and trills,
And Winter has blizzards and white snow,
Spring sings like a drop of a babbling stream,
And Autumn will decorate the trees and fields.
Friend Autumn in the window
The leaves rustle,
She takes me to dance
With leaves he will invite...
Yes, autumn is a beautiful, thoughtful, and sometimes sad, sometimes a little dreary time of year, especially closer to winter, but, you see, it has its own zest and charm. I really hope that autumn poems and paintings have created a beautiful autumn mood for you and a desire to enjoy life, because it is beautiful and amazing at any time of the year.
P.S. The four paintings that I used in the post were painted by the modern impressionist artist Leonid Afremov, who created his own individual unique style of painting. He paints his works on canvas in oils without using a brush. Instead, the artist uses a special spatula knife for mixing paints - a palette knife. With its help, the author applies strokes to the canvas, which subsequently develop into stunning landscapes. L. Afremov is a native of Belarus, Vitebsk, currently lives and works in Mexico.
And the website Stikhi.ru helped me find poems.
Elena Kasatova. See you by the fireplace.
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