Ode to Autumn
Hong Kong
3rd - 19th November, 2023
Autumn conceals itself behind the verdant leaves,
a subtle brushstroke of nude hues teasingly peeking through.
Then, a gentle yellow hastens its arrival,
the initial whisper of autumn,
as the weather softly embraces a cool transformation.
Deepening,
the yellow adorns itself in a layer of gold,
and the leaves exchange their attire for something new.
Intricate patterns gracefully trace the delicate lines of these ethereal leaves,
forming blossoms that unfold in a delicate dance.
From the lightest hues to the profound,
these patterns weave together in the enchanting symphony of autumn
- the "Ode to Autumn No.1."
The sharp winds scatter the autumn's golden leaves,
A myriad of leaves clinging to trees, poised to fall,
Struggling against the chilly gusts,
Winter is en route.
The crisp winds gracefully caress the lakeside within the woods,
Subtly tousling strands of hair,
Her legs crossed, clad in deep purples and navy,
Colors no longer whimsically romantic, yet adorned with floral patterns and delicate lace.
From early autumn to its waning moments,
From delicate pinks to profound purples,
From maidenhood to maturity,
She and autumn serve as each other's witnesses.
The autumnal chapter draws to a close, melodies echo softly,
Wandering through the woods, swaying upon branches,
She understands the gentle warmth of autumn has ripened,
As have those garments,
And so has she.


Autumn conceals itself behind the verdant leaves,
a subtle brushstroke of nude hues teasingly peeking through.
Then, a gentle yellow hastens its arrival,
the initial whisper of autumn,
as the weather softly embraces a cool transformation.
Deepening,
the yellow adorns itself in a layer of gold,
and the leaves exchange their attire for something new.



Intricate patterns gracefully trace the delicate lines of these ethereal leaves,
forming blossoms that unfold in a delicate dance.
From the lightest hues to the profound,
these patterns weave together in the enchanting symphony of autumn
- the "Ode to Autumn No.1."


The sharp winds scatter the autumn's golden leaves,
A myriad of leaves clinging to trees, poised to fall,
Struggling against the chilly gusts,
Winter is en route.



The crisp winds gracefully caress the lakeside within the woods,
Subtly tousling strands of hair,
Her legs crossed, clad in deep purples and navy,
Colors no longer whimsically romantic, yet adorned with floral patterns and delicate lace.
From early autumn to its waning moments,
From delicate pinks to profound purples,
From maidenhood to maturity,
She and autumn serve as each other's witnesses.

The autumnal chapter draws to a close, melodies echo softly,
Wandering through the woods, swaying upon branches,
She understands the gentle warmth of autumn has ripened,
As have those garments,
And so has she.

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