Autumn PoemsBe inspired by these short autumn poems about fall that encourage you to enjoy the fall season. The beauty of the season can be inspiring and motivating.Autumn is the time of year when the air is cooler but the days are usually filled with sunshine and warmth. The colors of the trees can be breathtaking, to say the least. We hope these autumn poems are ones that will help you appreciate the season. Poems About The Seasons / Autumn Poems 
Autumn Zivan Vujcic, ©2005 Yellow leaves are falling covering the ground in gold, through the forest I'm strolling watching a circle that the nature has just made, but why do I feel old when the summer colours start to fade? Every leaf that has fallen reminds me of grey in my hair that passing time has stolen which once used to be long and fair, every bird that has flown to south like another breath taken from my mouth While days are getting shorter and flies are dancing their last, life enters into its final quarter how the time is passing so fast, I realize yesterday is already today's past before tomorrow brings a new surprise I wish I was here and there in my life but to many places I've never been while the thick fog is still rolling that could almost be cut with a knife through this autumn morning and the sun behind dark clouds can't be seen Listening to this tapping sound of the rain pouring to the ground and the wind playing with the last leaves at will in whisps they will be scattered butterflies are dead, their dust shattered but the colours of their wings remain, still Related: Butterfly Poem | Fall Quotes | October Poems | 
Unharvested Poet - Robert Frost A scent of ripeness from over a wall. And come to leave the routine road And look for what had made me stall, There, sure enough was an apple tree That had eased itself of its summer load. And of all but its trivial foliage free, Now breathed as light as a lady’s fan. For there had been an apple fall As complete as the apple had given man. The ground was one circle of solid red. May something always go unharvested! May much stay out of our stated plan, Apples or something forgotten and left, So smelling their sweetness would be no theft. Related: Spring Poems | Garden Poems | 
An October Garden Poet: Christina Rossetti, 1830 - 1894 In my Autumn garden I was fain To mourn among my scattered roses; Alas for that last rosebud which uncloses To Autumn's languid sun and rain When all the world is on the wane! Which has not felt the sweet constraint of June, Nor heard the nightingale in tune. Broad-faced asters by my garden walk, You are but coarse compared with roses: More choice, more dear that rosebud which uncloses, Faint-scented, pinched, upon its stalk, That least and last which cold winds balk; A rose it is though least and last of all, A rose to me though at the fall. Related: Flower Poem | Rose Quotes | Grasshopper Poem | 
Autumn Oracle Poet: Laura Lee Randall A sunset sky, and the west wind sighing, A threat of winter . . . The wild gulls crying; Swift flocks of birds to the southland winging; Bare brown boughs in a frenzy flinging Dying leaves that for long were holden, Now driting, dropping, crimson and golden. The fallen leaves, in uncounted number, Are warmly quilting the wildflowers' slumber; There are buds on the bough...a springtime presage… The birds will return with a lyric message: The wild gull's cry holds a hint of mating, To conquer cold is the hearth fire waiting. The west wind's sighs are of love, not sorrow, And the sunset sky is the sign for tomorrow. Related: Sky | Poems About Birds | 
Loneliness Poet: Trumbull Stickney, 1874 - 1904 These autumn gardens, russet, gray and brown, The sward with shriveled foliage strown, The shrubs and trees By weary wings of sunshine overflown And timid silences, - Since first you, darling, called my spirit yours, Seem happy, and the gladness pours From day to day, And yester-year across this year endures Unto next year away. Now in these places where I used to rove And give the dropping leaves my love And weep to them, They seem to fall divinely from above, Like to a diadem Closing in one with the disheartened flowers. High up the migrant birds in showers Shine in the sky, And all the movement of the natural hours Turns into melody. Related: Tree Poems | Living Life Poem | I Like Fall Poet: Aileen Fisher I like fall: it always smells smoky, chimneys wake early, the sun is poky; Folks go past in a hustle and bustle, and when I scuff in the leaves,they rustle. I like fall: all the hills are hazy, and after a frost the puddles look glazy; And nuts rattle down where nobody's living. and pretty soon... it will be Thanksgiving. Related: Thanksgiving Poems | Tree | Thanksgiving Blessings | Autumn Poet: John Richard Moreland Autumn, Autumn, you did not see me spying When you laid your hand caressingly on summer’s drowsy head, But I saw her start and shiver, And I saw her wake and quiver, For your touch was cold as snow-time Though your mouth was flaming red. Autumn, Autumn, you did not see me watching As you crept among the grasses and swayed them with your breath. When the wild flowers bent to meet you, And the trees reached out to greet you, For they thought your touch was beauty But they found your kiss was death! Autumn, Autumn, I hate you and I love you, For with all your flame and passion you are nothing but a thief, Though you rival spring’s flame-magic, You are a lover old and tragic, And your purple, gold and crimson But a mask to hide your grief. Related: Poems About Grass and Lawns | Forest | September Poet: Frances R. Haverga An April burst of beauty, And a May like the Mays of old. And a glow of summer gladness While June her long days told; And a hush of golden silence All through the bright July, Without one peal of thunder, Or a storm-wreath in the sky; And a fiery reign of August, Till the moon was on the wane; And then short clouded evenings, And a long and chilling rain. I thought the summer was over, And the whole year's glory spent, And that nothing but fog and drizzle Could be for Autumn meant; — Nothing but dead leaves, falling Wet on the dark, damp mold. Less and less of the sunshine, More and more of the cold. Is thy life-summer passing? Think not thy joys are o'er! Thou hast not seen what Autumn For thee may have in store. Calmer than breezy April, Cooler than August blaze. The fairest time of all may be September's golden days. Press on, though Summer waneth, And falter not, nor fear, For God can make the Autumn The glory of the year. You May Also Like Garden Quotes Poems About Life Winter Poems God's Garden Poem Share these autumn quotes with others. Fall can be a time of year to get things in order before the arrival of winter. Enjoy the colors of this Fall! Short Poems | Poems | Quotes | About Us | Contact Us | |
