#fall colors

[tofreezetime]

do they let you know?

[sitting-on-me-bum]

In the World’s Largest Cypress Forest, Surf Durrani Captures Atmospheric Autumnal Colors

An atmospheric journey through the Big Cypress Bayou at the edge of Caddo Lake in eastern Texas—part of the largest cypress forest in the world—reveling in the unique effect of the trees as they transform into autumnal shades of orange and yellow, draped ethereally in moss.

[maureen2musings]

Colorado color palette

austinpedersen__

[autumnaffinity]

North Algona Wilberforce, Ontario, Canada

October 2019

[dokelsss]

fox sphynx that grants wishes but is spicy

commissions open

[yz]

Walden Pond, Concord, Massachusetts.

October 2024.

[peacefulandcozy]

ig credit: chaptersofshau

[from-the-gray-spaces]

14 days until autumn ❤️❤️❤️

[tofreezetime]

an arrowhead leading us home

[dk-thrive]

Cloud. 7:01, 7:08 & 7:13 am. 22° F, feels like it's damn colder. December 3, 2024. Cove Island Park. Stamford, CT. (@dkct25)

[maureen2musings]

Fall roads in New England

new_englander__

[autumncozy]

By gomzzzzzzzzzz

[starryechoesworld]

Whispers of Autumn

I remember the way the seasons would turn,

How autumn arrived with its soft, gentle burn.

The leaves would fall, golden and bright,

Like whispers of secrets that fade with the light.

It was months before the trees turned red,

I saw you then, but you turned your head.

I lingered, hoping for that fleeting glance,

And when you caught me, it felt like a chance.

Not just once, but again and again,

Our eyes would meet in that silent refrain.

People talked, their voices a soft rustle,

But we stayed quiet, lost in the subtle.

Outside the classroom, you’d be near,

Your presence behind me, always clear.

We never spoke, but your eyes said enough,

In that autumn air, we shared something tough.

Thirteen years since those moments we knew,

And still, your shadow lingers, so true.

Your gaze, your silence, it shaped my past,

A memory that echoes, meant to last.

You’ve built a life now, with love and a home,

And sometimes I wonder, when I’m alone—

Was our silence a blessing or a curse left behind?

A story untold, a love undefined?

If you had wanted, you would’ve made it clear,

But perhaps the quiet was all we could bear.

Maybe it was the silence that held us tight,

A love that was felt but never took flight.

As autumn returns, I feel the same weight,

The brush of the wind, the threads of our fate.

The leaves still fall, they don’t whisper your name,

But in the rustling, I hear echoes of the same.

Perhaps it’s the autumn, or the memory we keep,

That binds me to moments I still silently reap.

We were always the season that never quite came,

A fleeting love, lost in autumn’s soft frame.

[spookyasmr]

[lovehina019]

[fairytaleprincessart]