21. Autumn
When Summer's silent song is done
And Autumn air has now begun,
Rustic red leaves
Drop from the tall trees.
When Summer's silent song is done
And Autumn air has now begun,
Rustic red leaves
Drop from the tall trees.
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A misty morning -
Pumpkins in the air, while boots
Crunch on autumn leaves.
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In the silence of the morning
When the birds are first to wake
Floating leaves of reddish orange
Ride the breeze to paths they take
A truly beautiful poem. Please keep writing and sharing. Very best wishes, Ann.
Wild winds whistle through Autumn's rustling leaves,
Trees of gold like amber flames sway softly with the rising breeze,
The cool crisp air of Autumn in the stillness of darkening skies,
Tender leaves fall gently, reflecting the tears of Autumn's cry.
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November now is here,
With skies of leaden hue,
And gloomy days and drear,
And winds that pierce us through.
The smell of cold leaves awakens my nose
Wispy fog in the air dampens my clothes
It's amazing that it's here! It's finally here!
The woods are ablaze with golden light,
And the sky seems painted by a child
In the deepest blue, an impossible hue.
Lovely poem, Bettina. I have never been to Europe but plan to visit it someday. But I have stayed in the North eastern part of USA for quite a few years, and hands down fall is my favorite...
Autumn leaves are falling
Soft, golden, and brown
The sun lends them a glowing hue
As they slide down to the ground.
Autumn mornings,
Foggy and wet;
Dewy grass -
With diamonds beset.
The fiery red and crunchy leaves
come as the summer flees.
The green grass gleams
I love the lengthening shades of day
As autumn brushes summer away.
When spiders appear from everywhere,
Their sticky webs snagging my face and hair.
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"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.
"Come o'er the meadows with me, and play'
Put on your dress of red and gold,—
Summer is gone, and the days grow cold."
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The birds laugh loud and long together
When Fashion's followers speed away
At the first cool breath of autumn weather.
Why, this is the time, cry the birds, to stay!
There's an early morning stillness,
A pure, pastoral peace.
A silence so consuming
It sedates and comforts me.
Fall is my favorite time of the year, too, and Patricia spells it out beautifully! I am able to 'see' all that she is talking about. From "the pumpkins on my front porch" and "the crimson...
Autumn leaves dance gaily around,
they swirl in a haze towards the ground.
Auburns, golds, russets, too,
offering different shapes, differing hues.
It's Autumn once more,
What a sight to behold,
Streets lined with crimson
And laden with gold,
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The leaves are fading and falling,
The winds are rough and wild,
The birds have ceased their calling,
But let me tell, you my child,
The endless green of summer
Has turned to golds and reds,
While the leaves are all a flutter,
Making pillows for our heads.
September enters- Autumn's hazy days...
Warm golden sun, shadows dance and play.
Seeds are released, Finches feed their way,
Blackberries plump, ripened, have come to stay...