Fall Poems
Poems about Autumn
Every season has its special beauty and autumn is no exception. Watching the trees turn from a uniform green to all varieties of gold, yellow and red is a spectacular experience. One can almost be blinded by the fiery brilliance. How can it be that all this beauty is sign of death and decay? With all this beauty there is a certain sadness in knowing that the changing colors foreshadow the arrival of a long cold winter.
51 Poems about the Fall Season
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1. Sing To Me, Autumn
Autumn Personification PoemSing to me, Autumn, with the rustle of your leaves.
Breathe on me your spicy scents that flow within your breeze.
Dance with me, Autumn, your waltz that bends the boughs of trees.
Now tell me all the secrets you've whispered to the seas.
Sleep with me, Autumn, beneath your starlit skies.
Let your yellow harvest moon shimmer in our eyes.
Kiss me, Autumn, with your enchanting spellbound ways
That changes all you touch into crimson golden days.
Love me, Autumn, and behold this love so true
That I'll be waiting faithfully each year to be with you.Latest Shared StoryThis poem beautifully provides us an opportunity to feel connected with nature. As human beings, we have been born in the lap of nature, have grown under the protection of nature, but we’ve...
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2. It's September
It's September, and the orchards are afire with red and gold,
And the nights with dew are heavy, and the morning's sharp with cold;
Now the garden's at its gayest with the salvia blazing red
And the good old-fashioned asters laughing at us from their bed;
Once again in shoes and stockings are the children's little feet,
And the dog now does his snoozing on the bright side of the street.
It's September, and the cornstalks are as high as they will go,
And the red cheeks of the apples everywhere begin to show;
Now the supper's scarcely over ere the darkness settles down
And the moon looms big and yellow at the edges of the town;
Oh, it's good to see the children, when their little prayers are said,
Duck beneath the patchwork covers when they tumble into bed.
It's September, and a calmness and a sweetness seem to fall
Over everything that's living, just as though it hears the call
Of Old Winter, trudging slowly, with his pack of ice and snow,
In the distance over yonder, and it somehow seems as though
Every tiny little blossom wants to look its very best
When the frost shall bite its petals and it droops away to rest.
It's September! It's the fullness and the ripeness of the year;
All the work of earth is finished, or the final tasks are near,
But there is no doleful wailing; every living thing that grows,
For the end that is approaching wears the finest garb it knows.
And I pray that I may proudly hold my head up high and smile
When I come to my September in the golden afterwhile. -
3. Portrait Of Fall
Poem About The Beauty Of AutumnLooking out my window
In October's golden light,
I see a beauty unsurpassed,
A truly lovely sight.
Leaves are saying soft good-byes
As they come floating down
To make a nature's carpet
Of yellow, red, and brown.
Mountain tops, now turned to white,
Forewarn of winter chills,
While trees, like golden rivers,
Wind their way up through the hills.
Throughout our world's creation
You will ever find it thus,
Kaleidoscopes of color,
In God's hand, the artist's brush.Latest Shared StoryThe poem portrays the beauty of the fall, just as Keats famously wrote: "Thou hast thy music too!" Nature's pristine beauty is a treat to the human eye. The references to the golden light,...
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4. Autumn's Majesty
Sun with his artistic touch,
streaks skies of blue with rosy blush,
trimming Oak and Maple too,
crimson reds with yellow hue.
Birch and Hemlock, purple and gold,
apples, pumpkins bright and bold,
burns by day and cools by night,
cloaking trees in fiery might.
Wispy winds and tumbling leaves,
cypress scents within the breeze,
starry eves and harvest moon,
sets the stage for crickets' tune.
As spiders spin their tapestry
and crickets sing in symphony,
their final song of destiny,
it's clear for all the world to see,
Autumn's vibrant majesty!Latest Shared StoryThe poem brings such a panoramic picture of Autumn that you can't help but be present for the synesthetic experience. The alliteration of the words gives a beautiful rhythm to the poem, such...
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5. November
Poem Dedicated To NovemberNovember--
They say it is the month of death,
But I have never seen such beauty in decay.
Remains of Autumn,
Still smoldering,
Cling to the branches,
And the Earth is painted a thousand shades of red.
When a heavy fog smothers the ground,
Breathe in and let it fill your lungs.
It is at this time the world seems still
And the fear of winter is forgotten,
If only for a moment,
Before the light fades,
And we return to darkness once more.Latest Shared StoryI also love nature and especially Fall. I really enjoyed this poem, and I love your unique descriptions. To me, anyone who can describe nature like this is truly in touch with themselves and...
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6. My November Guest
My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted grey
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise. -
7. Autumn Leaves
Letting Go Of The OldGolden, crisp leaves falling softly from almost bare trees,
Lifting and falling in a hushed gentle breeze.
Slowly dropping to the soft cushioned ground,
Whispering and rustling a soothing sound.
Coppers, golds, and rusted tones,
Mother Nature's way of letting go.
They fall and gather one by one,
Autumn is here, summer has gone.
Crunching as I walk through their warm, fiery glow,
Nature's carpet rich and pure that again shall grow.
To protect and shield its majestic tree,
Standing tall and strong for the world to see.
They rise and fall in the cool, crisp air.
It's a time of change in this world we share,
Nature's importance reflecting our own lives,
Letting go of our fears and again, too, we shall thrive.Latest Shared StoryLetting go of painful things is probably one of the most difficult choices to make. But once you realize what your aspirations, visions, and ideals in life are- that these have become somehow...
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8. At Last You've Come Again!
First Signs Of AutumnThere's an early morning stillness,
A pure, pastoral peace.
A silence so consuming
It sedates and comforts me.
Each sound so hushed and yielding
As if on tip toes nature wakes.
It whispers soft and gently
That it's time to seize the day.
The trills and twitters of the early birds,
The crickets' mesmerizing hum.
The tickling of my eyelids
By the timid, softer sun.
I gaze outside my window
And let the breeze caress my face,
It's chilly touch so welcoming
That I swoon in its sweet embrace.
The harsh, determined summer sun
Has grown weary and withdrawn,
And a shy and temperate autumn sun
Arrives with the rosy dawn.
It peeks through billowy cotton clouds
And casts shadows everywhere.
The earthy, musky scents of fall
Pervades the fresh, crisp air.
I feel so full and more alive,
No longer crushed by stifling heat.
I need to commune with nature again
Instead of making a fast retreat.
The pumpkins on my front porch stoop,
The crimson, russet leaves.
Hikes through the dense and piney woods
Upon paths that wend and weave.
Hayrides through the farmer's fields,
Cuddled by the fireside,
Eating candy by the five-pound bag
While taking a scenic drive.
All those classic horror movies
That help create the atmosphere,
For those ghost and ghouls of Halloween
To once again appear.
I can feel my heart so filled with thrills,
It's like I'm born again.
The only thought that cramps my style
Is that too quickly it will end.
But hail to the brilliant season of fall,
The most perfect time to me.
Immersed in her colors, aromas, and scares
Is right where I long be! -
9. Autumn
Favorite Things About FallI look outside my window and see the leaves
Changing color, one by one trickling to the ground.
Fall. It's in my grasp. My favorite season, the one I long for.
I take a deep breath. The crisp, cool, clean air tickles my nose.
I think back to when I was little, sitting in my grandma's kitchen, watching her bake.
The aroma of fresh apple pie wafting through the air.
My mind wanders off
To caramel apples with my mom.
The sweet, golden, caramel sticks to my lips
As the sour apple crunches in my mouth.
Then the image of a bonfire flashes into my mind.
Sitting with my sister on a teetering log,
Roasting marshmallows, watching them engulf in flames.
We bite into the s'more as the chocolate melts onto our bare hands.
My imagination deviates off to a hay ride.
The scratchy straw surrounds me
As I meander my way up through the maze of pumpkins.
All eyes are open to see who can spot the perfect one,
The one that we will take back home and make our own.
The once so near sight of summer has begun to fade.
Splashing waters have turned to cheering crowds at football games
And the giggles and screams
Of trick-or-treaters frolicking in the street.
My mind takes me back to reality,
And I look out my window once again.
Red, yellow, and orange hues flood my vision.
I can't help but smile
Because fall is finally here. -
10. October's Gold
Like crunchy cornflakes
Gold leaves rustle underfoot
Beauty in decay.Latest Shared StoryI like Haikus and I like this one very much. It goes to prove that just a few well-chosen words can say more effectively than pages full. I love the comparison of cornflakes to dead leaves...
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11. To Autumn
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,--
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. -
12. Blown With The Wind
The Adventures Of A LeafI imagined, though ever so brief, that I was a leaf;
And the wind blew me off my tree.
I was excited - even delighted,
Because of the wonderful sights I would see.
I swirled and twirled high in the air,
And I landed on top of a hill.
The view was astounding, with flowers abounding;
It was such an incredible thrill.
Hours passed, and then, at long last,
The wind remembered me.
I played with a child, and we both smiled;
We were so happy and so free!
We chased each other, not a care or bother
Was on our minds.
But good things end, and my newfound friend
Had to go and leave me behind.
We said goodbye, I journeyed on through the sky;
But at midday I needed a rest.
In a meadow I lazed, amidst cows that grazed;
Until the wind blew me out West.
I flew over houses, I skimmed over towers;
Then I landed on top of a train.
The sun shone bright, I was enjoying my ride
When the wind blew me into a drain.
Dark clouds came along, and not before long,
The rain was pouring down.
Into the sewer I went, my heart quite content;
For a leaf, I had been around! -
13. Autumn
Enjoying The Beautiful Autumn SeasonMisty mornings, frosted lawns
The wind is blowing a winter's song.
Changing colors of the leaves,
Slowly falling from the trees.
Soon the trees will all be bare,
Offering no shelter taken there.
So gather up the summer's harvest,
For darker days are now upon us!Latest Shared StoryVery good. It brings me back to my childhood days when I would know that Autumn was on the way. The colors, the harvest, the year-end holidays and the coolness of the nights and early...
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14. Autumn Glory
It's Autumn once more,
What a sight to behold,
Streets lined with crimson
And laden with gold,
Moon like a saucer,
Days getting shorter,
As summer lays down
To make way for the cold.
Warm woolen knits,
Crackling fires,
Wild geese take flight
Over pink sunset skies,
Off with a flap of migratory wings,
The earth gives birth,
Creation sings!
Season of beauty,
Nature's last fling,
Before winter makes bare
And the earth sleeps til' Spring,
Emblazoned in scarlet,
You take your last breath,
Your most glorious hour,
Was found at your death. -
15. Autumn Love
Coolness fills the air
Scarves and sweaters everywhere
Fall weather is here
Latest Shared StoryIt makes me feel the chill in autumn, which I have experienced only in literature. .
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16. Hello Autumn
Autumn Haiku PoemWarm fall afternoons,
crisp cool eves with harvest moons,
crickets singing tunes,
Candy apples sweet,
crunchy leaves beneath my feet,
Autumn is complete! -
17. Indian Summer
A Fond Memory Of A Beautiful Fall DayThe woods are ablaze with golden light,
And the sky seems painted by a child
In the deepest blue, an impossible hue.
It's a festive explosion of colors so warm,
With red-yellow-green-brownish charm -
Of leaves swirling by, a feast for the eye.
People sitting on benches, enjoying the sun.
Children skipping and running, having fun.
It's peaceful, this moment; perfect, blissful.
Myriads of leaves are floating on the pond.
Memories are made, happy and fond
As the cameras click on the selfie stick.
No need for a scarf, or mittens, or a vest;
And winter, that feared, unwelcome guest -
He's nowhere near, still miles from here.Latest Shared StoryLovely 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...
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18. This Perfect Fall Day
My Love For AutumnThe 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 first true morning of fall has dawned
Relishing in the moment
I absorb the golden sun
Mesmerized by striking blue skies
It's then I realize
Truly realize
What my heart's been yearning for seasons long
Months have passed since the last leaf of oak
Boasted nature's brilliant finale
Before winter's icy cloak
It's time to carve pumpkins
And go on hayrides
To immerse yourself in the scent
Of warm apple pies
Scarecrows, mums, and Indian corn,
Pulling out your old sweater
Wrapping up to stay warm
A perfect and grand schematic decay
It's beckoning for you to come and play
Inhale it! Don't waste it! This perfect fall day!
Listen to the wind whisper through the trees
Watch synchronized dancing red, yellow, and orange leaves
A sight so spectacular, so perfectly picturesque
Smiling pumpkins on hay bales
Colorful trees as autumn's dress
The cold, crunchy leaves beneath my bare feet
Bring memories of yellow maples
As a small girl traipsing to the creek
Jumping in massive piles of leaves
Inhaling the sparkling dust as you breathe
I relish in its glory, recharging my soul
The birds chirping to nature's fantastical
The final drumroll
I feel the excitement of leaving summer behind
And welcoming the enchantment
Of joyous autumn time -
19. Mountain Fall
Watercolors Paint The Blue Ridge MountainsWatercolors splash
cinnamon, pumpkin spice, and nutmeg
across the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Corn shocks rattle their fingers
like tambourines on a crisp breeze,
a wedge of geese honks
through the azure skies.
Golden rods dance
on the banks of Hyatt-Mill Creek
babbling over rocks
like stepping stones.
Lilac asters dot the woods,
as a Full Hunter's Moon
rises as a helium balloon
over the timbered choir. -
20. Autumn
The Ending Of Summer And Coming Of FallI love the lengthening shades of day
As autumn brushes summer away.
When spiders appear from everywhere,
Their sticky webs snagging my face and hair.
My flowers are slower and growing old;
For their sake, I should rue the cold.
But the child within me favors the fall,
The chilly air, the wind, and all.
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