Fall Poems

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

  1. 1. Sing To Me, Autumn

    Since I was a child, I've loved the season of autumn. I love its return each year with its vibrant magical colors, warm bright days, the change from the heat of summer into cool but crystal clear sparkling nights, and the aroma of the woods and spice in the atmosphere. It's like a familiar loved one or friend who's back for a visit. It's the same season each year, but it's always new and refreshing. We share our lives with the seasons. As we mature, we understand ourselves and all the world more intimately.

    Autumn Personification Poem

    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.
    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.

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  3. 2. It's September

    Edgar Guest (1881-1959) captures the breathtaking beauty of September and how the world is transformed with hues of gold, orange, red, and yellow. In many of his poems, he used everyday experiences to capture more significant thoughts on life. When reflecting on the end of life, we can see that it is comparable to September, full and ripe, a life well-lived.

    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.

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  5. 3. Portrait Of Fall

    I was fortunate enough to live near the mountains and enjoy their beauty when the colors changed. I was grateful that I could take my terminally ill sister on one last ride through the magnificent colors, a preview to heaven.

    Poem About The Beauty Of Autumn

    Looking 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.

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  6. 4. Autumn's Majesty

    Loving the season of autumn as I do, I think about all the changes and beauty this season brings with it. It almost seems like a royal time of year with all the flaming magical colors and aromatic smells in the atmosphere, mystical in an eerie sort of way.

    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!

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  7. 5. November

    • By Emily Aartsen
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2015

    This poem was inspired by a somewhat illegal walk I took around the grounds of my school on a beautiful November day. To be truthful, there is little else to it; it is simply in appreciation of nature's last flourish before winter.

    Poem Dedicated To November

    November--

    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.

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  8. 6. My November Guest

    The landscape of New England influenced many of Robert Frost’s poems, which can be seen in “My November Guest.” In this poem, sorrow is personified as someone the speaker loved. While the speaker sees things one way, Sorrow sees them differently. She sees the beauty in autumn, while the poet cannot. We each see beauty in different things. Even in the midst of sorrow there can be something beautiful. In the midst of autumn, where leaves are dying, there is beauty in their changing colors.

    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.

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  9. 7. Autumn Leaves

    The poem is about nature and the calming effect it can have on our lives. I have always been inspired by the beauty of nature and particularly love the changes autumn brings. Simple things like a leaf falling gently onto your lap can have so many meanings to different people. The shedding of leaves can be viewed as Mother Nature's way of letting go in the same way we may need to let go of things that are holding us back in our everyday lives.

    Letting Go Of The Old

    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.

    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.

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  10. 8. At Last You've Come Again!

    I wrote this in honor of the fall season, which is my absolute favorite time of year.

    First Signs Of Autumn

    There'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!

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  11. 9. Autumn

    • By Aleyna
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2017

    A descriptive poem about the transition from summer to fall. Describes what my version of fall is like.

    Favorite Things About Fall

    I 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.

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  12. 10. October's Gold

    Quite a sensory delight for all nature lovers.

    Like crunchy cornflakes
    Gold leaves rustle underfoot
    Beauty in decay.

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  13. 11. To Autumn

    John Keats was a British Romantic Poem who only lived 25 short years, from 1795-1821. "To Autumn" is the final work in a group of poems that is referred to as Keats' 1819 Odes. He was inspired to write this poem after going on a walk on an autumn evening near Winchester. He wrote it on September 19, 1819, and it was published in 1820, a little more than a year before he succumbed to tuberculosis. The poem shows the progression through the autumn season, from fruitfulness, to labor, and ultimately to its decline. It also has a strong sense of imagery and uses personification.

    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.

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  14. 12. Blown With The Wind

    It is Autumn once again, and falling leaves are dancing through the air. In my imagination, I follow one such a leaf on its journey.

    The Adventures Of A Leaf

    I 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!

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  15. 13. Autumn

    I love the autumn season! It's a beautiful time of year when all the maple trees are changing colors and the sweaters come out! The sun sets lower in the sky, and illuminates all the different shades of colors from each tree! I wrote this back on October 18, 1994.

    Enjoying The Beautiful Autumn Season

    Misty 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!

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  16. 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.

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  17. 15. Autumn Love

    • By Savannah M. Jones
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2018

    I have always loved autumn, so I composed a haiku to express my love.

    Coolness fills the air
    Scarves and sweaters everywhere
    Fall weather is here

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  18. 16. Hello Autumn

    The season of Autumn is beautiful. It really doesn't take much, and we know Autumn has arrived: the crisper air, big bright harvest moons, warm afternoon walks with leaves crunching under foot, and our favorite treats we all remember that go just right with the season. I wanted to say hello to Autumn by sharing this fall haiku style poem.

    Autumn Haiku Poem

    Warm fall afternoons,
    crisp cool eves with harvest moons,
    crickets singing tunes,

    Candy apples sweet,
    crunchy leaves beneath my feet,
    Autumn is complete!

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  19. 17. Indian Summer

    Fall is my absolute favorite time of the year! I wrote this poem on a bench in the palace gardens of Versailles (France), on a beautiful day in the Fall. I tried to capture the moment, while experimenting a little bit with the form of the poem.

    A Fond Memory Of A Beautiful Fall Day

    The 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.

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  20. 18. This Perfect Fall Day

    • By Stephanie Santelmann
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 17, 2022

    I want to share my joy with others using sensory so the reader can immediately feel Autumn as they read. I really wanted to capture the exhilaration that I feel. I think it is the most beautiful time of year, and the words easily flowed for me. It's a feel-amazing poem, and I believe it must be shared.

    My Love For Autumn

    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 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

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  21. 19. Mountain Fall

    • By Brenda K. Ledford
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 17, 2022

    I am a native of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Each season has its beauty, but fall just radiates with splashing the ridgeline like watercolors. Autumn is a work of wonder in these hills.

    Watercolors Paint The Blue Ridge Mountains

    Watercolors 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.

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  22. 20. Autumn

    This short poem describes why autumn is my favorite season of the year.

    The Ending Of Summer And Coming Of Fall

    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.

    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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