9 Autumn Poems, Short Poems about Fall

9 Autumn Poems

Be inspired by these short autumn poems about fall that encourages 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.

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  1. Autumn
    Poet: 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

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  3. 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.

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  5. 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.

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  7. 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.

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  9. 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.

  10. 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.

  11. 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.

  12. 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.

  13. Autumn
    Poet: Ellwood Haines Stokes

    I walked in the silence of Autumn,
    Through solitude's sacred retreat;
    I sighed with the winds of November,
    Where Summer had bowed in defeat;
    Defeat, for her green leaves were faded.
    Defeat, for the bloom was in blight,
    And the balmy breath of her mornings,
    Had changed to the chill of the night.

    And yet, as I paused in the silence.
    Sweet voices sighed soft through the air,
    And though death was stamped on the flowers,
    Yet death was transcendently fair;
    I gathered the leaves which had fallen.
    Their greenness and freshness were lost.
    Yet, dying, they gained in the glory,
    Bestowed by the sunlight and frost.

    The tints of imperial purple,
    The crimson, the russet, and brown.
    And gold like the fringe of the morning.
    In beauty had woven a crown;
    And this, on the brow of November,
    Flashed out in the light of the sun,
    Till dying was grander than living.
    And death was a victory won.

    I saw in the silence of Autumn,
    And solitude's sacred retreat,
    That death, while so cheerless to many,
    Could blush into beauty complete,
    Could out-glow the glory of living.
    And blaze in the face of decay,
    November with touches of splendor
    Out-blushing the blushes of May.

    And so I have seen in the human.
    Such lives as were grand to behold;
    Like forests in frosts of November,
    Whose glory was crownings of gold.
    Sublime in the vale of the dying,
    As their songs triumphantly roll.
    The sweet hallelujahs of Autumn,
    Breathed out as the joy of the soul.

    So the good, like leaves which are falling,
    Are beautiful in their decay;
    The tintings which grandly adorn them.
    Are glints of eternity's day.
    They fall, but they fall in their beauty.
    In beauty's increase they arise.
    They bask in the noonday of heaven.
    And glow in the glow of the skies.

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