The leaves are falling and we have found a wonderful collection of Autumn poems for you!
BY GEORGE COOPER
"Come little leaves" said the wind one day, "Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of read and gold; for summer is past and days grow cold."
Dancing and leaping, the leaves went along. Until winter called them to end their sweet song. Soon, fast asleep in their earthy beds, the snow layed a coverlet over their head.
LEAVES OF AUTUMN BY HELEN BARCLAY
When blades of grass are turning brown
And autumn leaves come floating down,
I dance with them on lawn and street
And scuffle through them with my feet.
Then to one special spot I take
All I can gather with my rake,
Heaping them high above my head
To make a giant featherbed,
Where, when I climb on top to rest,
I sink into a cozy nest.
AUTUMN BY CAROL L RISER
When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.
AUTUMN BY JUNE KELLUM
There's nothing as fine as an autumn day,
With the smell in the air of fresh mown hay
Each tree is a wonder, a beauty untold
Each leaf brushed with colour, a sight to behold
There's a nip in the air - crisp, cool and clear - to remind us that winter soon will be here
But for now we have autumn, the 'show off' of seasons!
My favourite, by far, and these are the reasons.
NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY BY ROBERT FROST
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
FALL LEAVES FALL BY EMILY BRONTË
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night’s decay Ushers in a drearier day.
SONNET 73: THAT TIME OF YEAR THOU MAYST IN ME BEHOLD BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
THEME IN YELLOW BY CARL SANDBURG
I spot the hills With yellow balls in autumn. I light the prairie cornfields Orange and tawny gold clusters And I am called pumpkins. On the last of October When dusk is fallen Children join hands And circle round me Singing ghost songs And love to the harvest moon; I am a jack-o'-lantern With terrible teeth And the children know I am fooling.
LEAVES BY ELSIE N. BRADY
How silently they tumble down And come to rest upon the ground To lay a carpet, rich and rare, Beneath the trees without a care, Content to sleep, their work well done, Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly Until they nearly reach the sky. Twisting, turning through the air Till all the trees stand stark and bare. Exhausted, drop to earth below To wait, like children, for the snow.
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