Descriptive Essay About Autumn

Spring is a curious season. The earth makes ready to explode in a symphony of color, but yet it seems calm as if there is cold ice inside it instead of hot, boiling lava, not betraying the truth that it is about to stage an explosion, the most wonderful explosion that no writer was able to describe perfectly with an unwavering pen and a mind as clear as ice. Spring will bring flowery scents and colors that coat the earth, bringing an air of happy calm to all humankind. This is the only explosion that can be counted on as bringing joy to all. The earth is a mother that may seem capricious, bringing bitter cold to bite and seep inside houses, but capricious as she may seem, there is always a burst of warm sunshine at the end. It was in this warm sunshine and fluttering of cherry blossoms that I stood, marveling at the way the wind slid through the clouds as if the clouds were threads of cotton coated with slippery oil.

They called out to the wet wind of the south, Auster, to come and wet the flowers that shone so brightly and dwarfed them for all their size. Envy is a chill thing that runs cold fingers along the unsuspecting backs of friends, but love, in all its warmth and life, will always push Envy down. Auster was a dark figure, and powerful, but he, too, had love hidden in the depths of his cloak spun of darkness. He was the one that loved the flowers so much that he kept away from them, not wanting to hurt any with his rain. So Auster, so imposing a figure, looked upon the fluttering cherry blossoms from a distance, with a calm smile on his face for once. He who loved destruction ignored the pines’s call for ravage because the love in his heart for the flowers won his urge to