Autumn (n.) is the hush before winter.

Autumn (n.) is a litany of falling leaves.

Autumn (n.) is the year’s last, loveliest smile.

Autumn (n.) bravely paints upon the sky the gorgeous fame of summer which is fled.

A Tree (n.) is just a really slow explosion.

The Tree (n.) is, in winter, a forked fractal of black lightning against snow-laden skies.

A Tree (n.) will stand in one place for 50 years, then suddenly jump in front of a driver.

The Tree (n.) is never lonely despite all appearances. They have their eternal companies; songs of the birds, shadows of the clouds, lights of the Moon, whispers of the winds.

Nostalgia (n.) is destructive — If you hang onto the past you die a little each day.

Nostalgia (n.) is looking forward to the past.

Nostalgia (n.) is always sweet — The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.

Nostalgia (n.) is a funny thing — Oh, the good times when we were so unhappy.

The Apple (n.) is the fruit of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe.

An Apple (n.) is more effective at waking you up in the morning than coffee

An Apple (n.) is a fruit whose duty it is to be crisp and crunchable, but a pear should have such a texture as leads to silent consumption.

The Apple (n.) is objectively tastier when you cut it into slices.