Fall Poems - Page 2

Autumn mornings,
Foggy and wet;
Dewy grass -
With diamonds beset.

Autumn leaves,
Yellow and brown;
Dancing and swirling -
Before falling down.

Autumn leaves,
On the ground;
Crackle and crunch -
A wonderful sound.

Autumn walks,
Exploring the woods;
Jumping in puddles -
With rubber boots.

Autumn pumpkins,
Round and heavy;
Carving a face -
We’re Halloween-ready.

Autumn nights,
My feet in fuzzy socks;
A cup of hot cocoa -
Autumn rocks!

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.

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

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.

What a difference a day makes,
twenty-four little hours.

Cool chill in the air,
slight frost on the flowers.

Through tattered fields of corn,
crows caw in the early morn.

Songs of crickets linger on
well into the tired dawn.

Sleepy sun wakes later each day,
sure sign Autumn's on his way.

Summer's gone; she couldn't stay.
Autumn has arrived today.

What a difference a day makes,
twenty-four little hours.

Radiant sun rising high,
scorching tree tops in the sky.

Replacing sweetness of Summer flowers,
turning trees into colorful towers.

Autumn's beauty is surely nigh,
beneath this warm September sky.

Nearing are crisp Autumn eves,
with harvest moons and chilly breeze.

Tomorrow what beauty might we see,
as gold and crimson leaves blow free,

Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring,
savor every beautiful thing.
What a difference twenty-four hours may bring!

The deep blue says it is autumn.
The sky is never this color
Except for days of cool, clear breeze
And leaves falling one on another.

The gold leaves say the year is ending
In its wild-hued conflagration.
The gentle season of harvest time
And happy fall celebration.

The orange says Halloween's nearing
And Thanksgiving's not far behind.
The heat of the summer is waning fast,
And a peace fills my heart and mind.

The colors of fall are all calling,
And my heart hears their song so clear.
Gray wintertime waits, but let's all celebrate
The brilliance of this time of year!

The mountain aglow with the autumn sun
Reflections of red, yellow, and gold a spun

Mist on the lake like kisses goodnight
Look to the sky as geese take flight

The beauty is there for your eyes to behold
Take it all in as nature unfolds

Golden butterflies
float down to the soft, moist ground
and rest till fall ends

Swirling,
Whirling,

With perfect grace.
Guided by the wind to land in an unknown place.

Breezing by,
Flying high.

Gently it rests in a child's dying garden.

A little flitter to the left. A slight flutter to the right.
The wind will not rest tonight.

Prowling as it comes,
Howling as it carries.

Leaves of every shade twirl and spiral across the cold gray air,
For the leaves don't care

One leaf crusades through the sky,
                                 
Slowly   
Descending
                               
Without a thought why

Side to side,
Down and down.
A single leaf on the ground is enough to make anyone frown.

When you're showered with fire, gold, and copper,
When the trees wave at you
And cold, crispy air tickles your nose and makes you feel wonderfully numb,
Then that's when you know autumn's begun.

The last leaf on the tree, that's me.
Yes, look up high, that's me.
All my friends have been blown down.
They're waiting for me on the ground.

I started in the summer a lovely green.
But way up here I could not be seen.
Now in autumn I'm a lovely brown.
I feel like the only leaf around.

The wind and rain have tried their best.
Yet I'm not quite ready to join the rest.
Even Jack Frost tried little me to freeze.
Tough old me will not be brought to my knees.

Some lovely snow that fell at night
Made me heavy and gave me a fright.
Nature will soon make a call.
Soon I know I must make the fall.

So maybe tomorrow I'll make a leap,
And will all my friends on the ground I shall sleep.

Autumn leaves are falling
Soft, golden, and brown
The sun lends them a glowing hue
As they slide down to the ground.

The woods, they say, are deep
And dark and lovely, too
But there's still a promise of sunshine
As the sun has not yet bid adieu.

The trees stripped bare of leaves
Stand sentimentally aloof
They regret and they resent
The seasonal loss of their roof.

The river gurgles and babbles
As it narrows into a brook
It gently laughs at a rabbit
Snuggled cozily in a nook.

The music of the river
And of distant church bells
Mingled harmoniously together
Cast a hypnotic spell.

The drops of water sparkle
In the light of the dying sun
They transform to a golden river
The like of which was seen by none.

The rocks gleam with hidden gems
That wink with a luminous glow
At a creature with eyes as lovely -
A sparklingly clear-eyed doe.

The forest is quiet as it beholds
For the umpteenth time such a scene
Whilst the nature-fairy blesses the place
Having come in lieu of her queen.

The autumn leaves rustle
As they softly downward fall
They are both green and golden
And they form a bed on the knoll,

Bringing a peace to the mind
And a warmth to the heart that's rare
The leaves then depart to the soil
Promising to return from their lair.

And though they are but autumn leaves
They spread the gaiety of spring
As they like the lovely beauty queen
Much beauty and contentment do bring.

The endless green of summer
Has turned to golds and reds,
While the leaves are all a flutter,
Making pillows for our heads.

The hot, aggressive summer sun
Now hides behind the clouds,
Creating dreamlike shadows
That reflect the world around.

The trees have changed their summer greens
To the warmth of autumn hues.
And a chilly early morning frost
Has replaced the summer dew.

The sound of weekend mowers
And the sight of lawns so green
Are echoes now of Autumn rakes,
And piles of aging leaves.

The whisper of the summer breeze
Has reluctantly flown away,
As the stronger push of the Autumn wind
Has defiantly taken its place.

And the happy mood of the summer sun
Has weakened in its fight,
As the darker mood of Autumn
Has coldly diminished its light.

And in the chill of the afternoon,
As the children play in the leaves,
The smell of fireplaces burning,
Give the promise of a cozy eve.

And you're filled with anticipation
For pumpkins and Halloween.
For hay rides and candy apples
And ghostly sights to see.

Oh yes, the fall is finally here,
And its glory fills your heart.
And you breathe that air so crisp and clear
And pray that it never parts.

The wind pushes down the road, a warm breeze
just warm enough.
Thank you for a word...a whisper.
So many colors surround, leaves falling, carpeting a soft path.
Thank you for a life of memories, so full and bright.
A time of transition, neither summer nor winter,
a time of rest,                             
a moment to contemplate.
Thank you for your patience, at times undeserved.
A thought, a subtle gesture,
a warm fire, an ever dimming light,
a time to gather together.
Thank you for being summer, and I winter,
yet we always meet in the fall.

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.

The warming glow from a summer sun fades in September skies,
Sorrowful clouds of greyish blue, a display of Mother Nature's solemn goodbye,
Whimsical leaves of dark red crimson, once vibrant with the richness of life,
Delicate and circling from high above, a powerful performance of Autumnal delight.

A solitary bird soars high above, conquering winds in twilight clouds.
The haunting howl of Autumn's wail, whistling her ghoulish bemoaning sound,
As the darkness of night begins to fall, in the midst of a harvest moon,
A remorseful ripening of rituals, as the tightening grip of Autumn looms.

In the season of change and maturity, falling leaves begin to decay,
The cycle of nature within the circle of life, Mother Earth will usher the way,
As the withering bare trees stand lonesome in the shadows of silent fears,
The ravishing roars from a raucous wind extinguish the light from Autumn's lost tears.

When Summer's silent song is done
And Autumn air has now begun,
Rustic red leaves
Drop from the tall trees.
Bashful brown leaves
fluttering, flickering free
onto the grass so grubby green to be forgotten
where the leaves lie low and become rotten.
The tall trees try to hold on, but time ticks,
and the tiresome trees become sticks
silently sleeping until Spring has sprung
and Autumn arrives and comes around again.
When Winter is welcomed with wind and rain,
it won't be long until Spring has sprung again.

There is nowhere I'd rather be
Than here, underneath this tree.
The moon high above to see,
A campfire just out in front of me.

Whispers in the wind are heard all around.
Trills, chirps, croaks and a bark abound.
A distant car on gravel makes a new sound.
An acorn falls through the leaves and hits the ground.

The air has cooled to my delight.
A touch of fall is felt tonight.
Summer's grip is not as tight.
The season will change without much fight.

A cloud has covered the moon in the sky.
The fire has dwindled and about to die.
Knowing I have to get up, I let out a sigh.
It was great to be out here for this guy.

The fiery red and crunchy leaves
come as the summer flees.

The green grass gleams
and ripples restlessly like a stream.

Restless geese,
call of the climate's decrease.

In between comes Halloween,
which provides us with a candy cuisine.

At last, at the end of fall,
we all hear winter's call.

A misty morning -
Pumpkins in the air, while boots
Crunch on autumn leaves.