Sing 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.
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.
41 Poems about the Fall Season
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Sing to me, Autumn, with the rustle of your leaves.Featured Shared Story
This 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...
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;Featured Shared Story
I can see in my mind's eye all that Edgar shows, especially in the final stanza with his description of Nature coming to her end-of-the-year party dressed to the nines, ready to celebrate a...
Looking out my window
In October's golden light,
I see a beauty unsurpassed,
A truly lovely sight.Featured Shared Story
The 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,...
Sun with his artistic touch,
streaks skies of blue with rosy blush,
trimming Oak and Maple too,
crimson reds with yellow hue.Featured Shared Story
The 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...
There's an early morning stillness,
A pure, pastoral peace.
A silence so consuming
It sedates and comforts me.Featured Shared Story
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...
Golden, 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.Featured Shared Story
Letting 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...
They say it is the month of death,
But I have never seen such beauty in decay.Featured Shared Story
I 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...
There's a crispness in the air that greets the morning sun,
a feeling of anticipation, a new day has begun.
Harvest days are ending, winter is drawing near,
yet in between is surely the most special time of year.Featured Shared Story
Very beautiful & inspiring. "Women in Ministry" will share this at a coffee we are hosting for younger women we mentor in the church.
Sandy, Moderator WIM
14. October's Gold
Like crunchy cornflakes
Gold leaves rustle underfoot
Beauty in decay.Featured Shared Story
I 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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