100 Best Fall Poemsfor the Glory of Nature

Fall, like every other season, has its own unique beauty.

It’s a wonderful sight to see the trees change from a uniform green to many shades of gold, yellow, and red.

We often look forward to its return each year, with its colorful wonderful hues, warm bright days, and the fragrance of woods and spice in the air.

And several poets have depicted these beautiful things in their fall poems.

And we have collected some of these autumn poems right here for you.

Let’s look at them.

Famous Fall Poems

Take out your pumpkin spice coffee, flannel blanket, and comfortable sweater because fall has returned. Here are some poems for fall to gear you up for this season.

1. Autumn Poem

by Bettina Van Vaerenbergh

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!

2. Indian Summer

by Bettina Van Vaerenbergh

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.

3. Autumn

by Anne Pollock

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.

4. This Perfect Fall Day

by Stephanie Santelmann

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

5. Mountain Fall

by Brenda K. Ledford

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.

6. What A Difference A Day Makes

by Patricia L. Cisco

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!

7. The Magic in The Moment

by Danielle Spencer

The wind began to blow
And shook the trees
Heads turned up in unison
Witnessing a season of change

The leaves were freed from their branches
Floating and swinging through the air
Painting the sky with golden colors
Dancing their way to the ground

The wind blew again
And the trees shook
Whispers in the wind:
“It’s good luck to catch a leaf!”

Searching and turning
Arms opening wide
Hands held high
Watching the leaves dance in the sky

They swirled, turned and swept me
Off my feet
Dodging and scooping
The magic in the moment

8. The Deep Blue Says It’s Autumn

by Rick W. Cotton

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!

9. Autumn’s Begun

by Anais J. Roma

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.

Beautiful Fall Poems

Every year, it’s the same season, yet fall is always new and exciting. It’s as though a beloved loved one or acquaintance has returned for a visit. Here is a collection of beautiful autumn poetry.

1. To Autumn

by John Keats

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.

2. Before The Ice Is in The Pools

by Emily Dickinson

Before the ice is in the pools—
Before the skaters go,
Or any check at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow—

Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!

What we touch the hems of
On a summer’s day—
What is only walking
Just a bridge away—

That which sings so—speaks so—
When there’s no one here—
Will the frock I wept in
Answer me to wear?

3. Blown with The Wind

by Bettina Van Vaerenbergh

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!

4. Autumn’s Dance

by Laura J Sanders

Autumn leaves dance gaily around,
they swirl in a haze towards the ground.
Auburns, golds, russets, too,
offering different shapes, differing hues.

The wind picks up and blows the trees.
The foliage is carried from the canopies.
Fine English Oak and Beeches shed all to the land.
Maples and Sycamores add to the dance.

Falling, falling with the season’s formation,
picking up speed, they collect for soil fermentation.
Witnessing the act brings happiness, delight,
but it can also be a sobering, somber sight.
Winter will at last be on its way.
The cold, icy blast will freeze leaves well away…

5. Autumn Glory

by Angela Jelf

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.

6. Autumn Storm by Firelight

by Katherine Marek

A flash of lightning streaks across the sky.
We huddle close beneath the trembling eaves
As thunder roars a nightmare lullaby
And strips the trees outside of summer leaves.

The fire is warm. Its light is warmer still.
A gentle beacon holding back the dark.
Yet, in the light of day, we know we will
Deny the fearful pounding of our hearts.

The ancient wonder once again is near.
The fury of the storm awakes our past.
When gods and nature both were to be feared
And spells of warding were by fire cast.

An autumn storm returns us to that place
When nature’s glory awed the human race.

7. Autumn

by Lisa K. Putnam

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!

8. A Beautiful Fall

by Dean N. Julia

The leaves are changing and so is the weather
It’s time to put away the shorts and put on the sweater
Halloween is near and Thanksgiving is coming
My favorite time of year this is becoming
‘Tis the season of pumpkin and apple
An ordinary time for loved ones to meet at the chapel
I wish they appreciated the beauty of fall
Then and only then they could see why it’s the best season of all

9. Autumn Love

by Savannah M. Jones

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

10. Hello Autumn

by Patricia L. Cisco

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

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

Inspirational Fall Poems

Autumn is the perfect season to curl up in a soft chair with some poetry for company, when the leaves change golden, the evenings draw in, and fires are lit. Here are some fall inspirational poems for you.

1. When You Are Old

by William Butler Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

2. This Is Just to Say

by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

3. 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.

4. Autumn

by John Clare

I love the fitfull gusts that shakes
The casement all the day
And from the mossy elm tree takes
The faded leaf away
Twirling it by the window-pane
With thousand others down the lane

I love to see the shaking twig
Dance till the shut of eve
The sparrow on the cottage rig
Whose chirp would make believe
That spring was just now flirting by
In summers lap with flowers to lie

I love to see the cottage smoke
Curl upwards through the naked trees
The pigeons nestled round the coat
On dull November days like these
The cock upon the dung-hill crowing
The mill sails on the heath a-going

The feather from the ravens breast
Falls on the stubble lea
The acorns near the old crows nest
Fall pattering down the tree
The grunting pigs that wait for all
Scramble and hurry where they fall

5. Whim Wood

by Katherine Towers

into the coppery halls
of beech and intricate oak
to be close to the trees
as they whisper together
let fall their leaves,
and we die for the winter

6. Japanese Maple

by Clive James

Your death, near now, is of an easy sort.

So slow a fading out brings no real pain.
Breath growing short
Is just uncomfortable. You feel the drain
Of energy, but thought and sight remain:

Enhanced, in fact. When did you ever see
So much sweet beauty as when fine rain falls
On that small tree
And saturates your brick back garden walls,
So many Amber Rooms and mirror halls?

Ever more lavish as the dusk descends
This glistening illuminates the air.
It never ends.
Whenever the rain comes it will be there,
Beyond my time, but now I take my share.

My daughter’s choice, the maple tree is new.
Come autumn and its leaves will turn to flame.
What I must do
Is live to see that. That will end the game
For me, though life continues all the same:

Filling the double doors to bathe my eyes,
A final flood of colours will live on
As my mind dies,
Burned by my vision of a world that shone
So brightly at the last, and then was gone.

7. 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 seest 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 seest the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum’d by that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

8. Plums

by Gillian Clarke

When their time comes they fall
without wind, without rain.
They seep through the trees’ muslin
in a slow fermentation.

Daily the low sun warms them
in a late love that is sweeter
than summer. in bed at night
we hear heartbeat of fruitfall.

The secretive slugs crawl home
to the burst honeys, are found
in the morning mouth on mouth,
inseparable.

We spread patchwork counterpanes
for a clean catch. Baskets fill,
never before such harvest,
such a hunters’ moon burning

the hawthorns, drunk on syrups
that are richer by night
when spiders pitch
tents in the wet grass.

This morning the red sun
is opening like a rose
on our white wall, prints there
the fishbone shadow of a fern.

The early blackbirds fly
guilty from a dawn haul
of fallen fruit. We too
breakfast on sweetnesses.

Soon plum trees will be bone,
grown delicate with frost’s
formalities. Their black
angles will tear the snow.

9. Pleasant Sounds

by John Clare

The rustling of leaves under the feet in woods and under
hedges;
The crumpling of cat-ice and snow down wood-rides,
narrow lanes and every street causeway;
Rustling through a wood or rather rushing, while the wind
halloos in the oak-toop like thunder;
The rustle of birds’ wings startled from their nests or flying
unseen into the bushes;
The whizzing of larger birds overhead in a wood, such as
crows, puddocks, buzzards;
The trample of robins and woodlarks on the brown leaves.
and the patter of squirrels on the green moss;
The fall of an acorn on the ground, the pattering of nuts on
the hazel branches as they fall from ripeness;
The flirt of the groundlark’s wing from the stubbles –
how sweet such pictures on dewy mornings, when the
dew flashes from its brown feathers.

Short Fall Poems

Here are some short poems about fall. in these poems, the season represents a feeling that the poet wishes to communicate, such as maturity, harvest bounty, or the conclusion of a life season.

1. Drifting Leaves

by Renee H. Chrysso

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

2. Constant Beauty

by Susan Willmore

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

3. Autumn Is Here

by Valliammai Janakiraman

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.

4. Autumn Haiku

by Lucie

This is a haiku about one of my favorite seasons (autumn).
A misty morning –
Pumpkins in the air, while boots
Crunch on autumn leaves.

Long Fall Poems

Let us now go through some long fall poems. Enjoy the fall season by being inspired by these poems about fall.

1. The Last Leaf on The Tree

by David A. Berwick

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.

2. Autumn Leaves

by Nafisa

Nature is always soothing. It is a balm to the soul.
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.

3. Ode to Autumn

by Patricia A Fleming

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.

4. Thanksgiving

by Bill Volkov

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.

5. Autumn’s Cry

by Edel T. Copeland

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.

6. Autumn

by Neil A. Machin

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.

7. There Is Nowhere I’d Rather Be

by Edward J. Dunn

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.

8. Autumn Memories

by ANANJO

The rose weeps a tear
For the close of the year.
Leaves whisper the turn
While bonfires burn
Their memories of kinder times.
And swallows yearn for warmer climes.

Spring hopes are flayed
As bitter winds lash
False memories.
Promises made
Blacken to ash.

They shiver and weep,
Fearing winter’s long sleep.

9. Autumn

by Ryan Larkin

Descending leaves fall to the ground,
Twirling, twisting, round and round,
Autumn season is almost here,
The smell of freshness is oh so near.

The crisp, cool breeze,
Shakes the leaves from the trees,
Autumn takes away the green,
Golden-bronze and brown is all that can be seen.

10. Fall Time

by Anna M. Jordan

Orange is the beautiful flowers, the rustling of the leaves, and the overwhelming feeling of happiness.
Orange is the taste of cooked carrots in a hot stew.
Orange smells like a fresh baked pumpkin pie and a crackling fire on a cold evening.
Orange makes me feel like fall is in bloom.
Orange is the sound of cheering loudly and Tiger Pride.
Orange is the stiff, dried cornfields, the inviting orange pumpkin patches, and the thick layer of leaves on the ground.
Orange is togetherness.
Orange is fall.

11. October

by Jupiter Lanclove

Here it comes,
the month of October,
a quiet season for some,
yet it doesn’t leave us somber.

The cool breeze sweeps away
the pain of longing.
It makes my heart sway
and leaves my mind tingling.

The muddy brown ground
the yellowing leaves
all lets me peep around
the antiquity of our lives.

And here at last
my heart feels full.
Only October can cast
my soul blissful.

12. Living Season

by Adele Maritz

Breathing autumn air
amid rustling leaves…
exhale.

13. Four Seasons

by Kevin Wong

The leaves fall as a call to autumn.
The harvest ends and early snow comes.
The moon comes up, bringing the night as
Time rushes forward in hopes of sleep.

The whole earth slows, as winter approaches with
The warm embraces replaced by wind.
The trees turn from red to black.
Time waits for none on its way to bed.

The song of birds begins to fade.
The whispering breeze becomes a lion’s cry.
The white lands we shall soon see.
Time waits for winter’s passage now, the last season.

The year ends and the snow fall slowly.
The cherry blossoms flower in a wonder of spring.
The sky’s children become rain instead of snow.
Time has awakened once more.

The rain begins to melt, the spring of life evolves.
The lion of March exits the calendar as a lamb.
The last three months crescendo into the heat.
Time surges forward an hour of daylight.

The sun pelts the earth with a ray of light which
The children leave school to play in during summer.
The flora is bountiful in its presence.
Time begins speeding faster and faster.

The animals wander out in the world.
The last month of summer signals the return to an old friend
The last plant bears fruit.
Time begins to slowly calm down and fall in pace.

The final three month rotation has begun.
The burning sun cools away into a soft caressing star.
The end of twelve months has come in autumn.
Time has completed one full year.

14. Welcome Fall

by Enia

One day i watching the sun set and I saw what fall is really about.
Fall has just begun
As summer ends
The color of the leaves gleaming in the sun
Jumping in leaves with friends
As the tumble down
Forming a quilt on the ground
Hearing the crinkle as you jump in
Twisting and turning in the air
Feeling of the brisk air blow in your face
The warm and delightful smell of grandma’s pumpkin pie
This is fall

15. Autumn

by Julie L. O’Connor

There’s a crispness in the air that greets the morning sun, a feeling of anticipation, a new day has begun.
Harvest days are ending, winter is drawing near, yet in between is surely the most special time of year.
They call it Indian Summer, and it seems to fit the bill, for it’s as if the Lord took a feathered brush and painted all the hills.

Now as I sit contented, atop of one of these, a book in hand to pass the time, the sound of a gentle breeze,
I can almost imagine an Indian child upon this mountaintop, looking down at the land of her forefathers, lost within her thoughts
For in every persons lifetime some heartache may occur, but on these hills in quiet solitude, God helps us to endure.

So I say that the eyes are a window, beauty is found within the soul, and upon the hills of Autumn, that are strewn with red and gold.

16. Fall Has Arrived

by Lauren

The gush of wind blew my hair,
Straight up to the unforgiving air.
Fall was peaking around the trees,
Leaves would pile high,
soon up to my knees.
Hello orange, yellow, and red,
goodbye green,
Bye-bye June, July, and August,
hello Halloween.
The warmth is gone and won

17. Something Beautiful

by H. Sokolova

Watching the last of these days disappear
feeling the air get colder
seeing the world get darker.
Memories of lying on the grass
of the sun warming my closed eyes.

Now, the warmth is gone
the sunshine is gone
the world has turned into something new
something colder, something darker
something different,

something Beautiful.

18. The Fall

by Marla Wardell

The abundant, redundant season.
Ushering in the winter, like an appetizer before the big meal.
Just a taste of what is to come.
Beautiful and temporary.

Leaves dying, revealing their true selves.
Falling, soft at first, then dry and fragile.
Beautiful and temporary.

Temperatures falling, days shortening,
Sunshine fading, slowly, readying the whole world for rest.
Beautiful and temporary.

Fall.

Fall Poems That Rhyme

Here are some fall poems for you that rhyme. Browse through this collection of fall poetry and tell us about the ones that strike a chord with you.

1. Autumn Tints

by Mathilde Blind

Coral-coloured yew-berries
Strew the garden ways,
Hollyhocks and sunflowers
Make a dazzling blaze
In these latter days.
Marigolds by cottage doors
Flaunt their golden pride,
Crimson-punctured bramble leaves
Dapple far and wide
The green mountain-side.

Far away, on hilly slopes
Where fleet rivulets run,
Miles on miles of tangled fern,
Burnished by the sun,
Glow a copper dun.
For the year that’s on the wane,
Gathering all its fire,
Flares up through the kindling world
As, ere they expire,
Flames leap high and higher.

2. An Autumn Moving

by Anonymous

The Browns are coming back to town;
The Greens are moving away.
‘Twill make a striking difference
In our neighhorhood they say;
For the Greens are jolly, cheery folk,
The Browns are rather sad,
A dull and sombre family,
While the Greens are always glad.
I’m very fond of all the Greens,
From little Greens to big;
I like to see them dancing by
As merry as a grig.
And yet I think I’m going to like
The Browns’s sober style;
After the riot of the Greens
‘Twill rest us for a while.
And I’ve a notion that some week
Of windy, frosty nights,
The Browns in turn will go away,
And in will move the Whites!

3. 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.

4. Autumn Song

by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems—not to suffer pain?

Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

5. Symphony in Yellow

by Oscar Wilde

An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly
And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.
Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.
The yellow leaves begin to fade
And flutter from the Temple elms,
And at my feet the pale green Thames
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.

6. Autumn Colors

by Christopher Morley

The chestnut trees turned yellow,
The oak like sherry browned,
The fir, the stubborn fellow,
Stayed green the whole year round.
But O the bonny maple
How richly he does shine!
He glows against the sunset
Like ruddy old port wine.

7. Autumn

by Emily Dickinson

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.

8. A Ballade of Autumn

by Mary E. Coleridge

Life is passing slowly,
Death is drawing near,
Life and Death are holy,
What have we to fear?
Faded leaves are falling,
Birds are on the wing,
All that dies in Autumn
Lives again in Spring.

9. How the Leaves Came Down

by Susan Coolidge

“I’ll tell you how the leaves came down,”
The great Tree to his children said:
“You’re getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown,
Yes, very sleepy, little Red.
It is quite time to go to bed.”

“Ah!” begged each silly, pouting leaf,
“Let us a little longer stay;
Dear Father Tree, behold our grief!
‘Tis such a very pleasant day,
We do not want to go away.”

So, for just one more merry day
To the great Tree the leaflets clung,
Frolicked and danced, and had their way,
Upon the autumn breezes swung,
Whispering all their sports among—
“Perhaps the great Tree will forget,
And let us stay until the spring,
If we all beg, and coax, and fret.”
But the great Tree did no such thing;
He smiled to hear their whispering.
“Come, children, all to bed,” he cried;
And ere the leaves could urge their prayer,
He shook his head, and far and wide,
Fluttering and rustling everywhere,
Down sped the leaflets through the air.
I saw them; on the ground they lay,
Golden and red, a huddled swarm,
Waiting till one from far away,
White bedclothes heaped upon her arm,
Should come to wrap them safe and warm.
The great bare Tree looked down and smiled.
“Good-night, dear little leaves,” he said.
And from below each sleepy child
Replied, “Good-night,” and murmured,
“It is _so_ nice to go to bed!”

10. The Wind and The Leaves

by George Cooper

“Come, little leaves,” said the wind one day.
“Come o’er the meadows with me, and play’
Put on your dress of red and gold,—
Summer is gone, and the days grow cold.”

Soon as the leaves heard the wind’s loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all;
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the soft little songs they knew.

“Cricket, good-by, we’ve been friends so long;
Little brook, sing us your farewell song,—
Say you are sorry to see us go;
Ah! you will miss us, right well we know.”

“Dear little lambs, in your fleecy fold,
Mother will keep you from harm and cold;
Fondly we’ve watched you in vale and glade;
Say, will you dream of our loving shade?”

Dancing and whirling, the little leaves went;
Winter had called them, and they were content.
Soon fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a coverlet over their heads.

11. October’s Party

by George Cooper

October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came—
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
The Chestnuts came in yellow,
The Oaks in crimson dressed;
The lovely Misses Maple
In scarlet looked their best;
All balanced to their partners,
And gaily fluttered by;
The sight was like a rainbow
New fallen from the sky.
Then, in the rustic hollow,
At hide-and-seek they played,
The party closed at sundown,
And everybody stayed.
Professor Wind played louder;
They flew along the ground;
And then the party ended
In jolly “hands around.”

12. I Love These Days

by Annette Wynne

I love these days when autumn leaves
Are falling everywhere around,
And I can tread among the sheaves,
And hear the crispy, crunchy sound.
I leave my dolly safe at home,
And climb the old gray orchard wall;
The squirrels spy me where I roam,
And scamper to the treetops tall.
And O, it is a pleasant thing
To listen for the happy sound,
Each little leaflet tries to sing,
That rustles softly to the ground.
And so I spend the afternoon,
And watch the leaves go floating by
Till Mother comes to say that soon
The dark will come into the sky.
I know when stars are overhead,
The leaves all gather in a heap,
And while I lie quite warm in bed,
They snuggle close and go to sleep.

13. A Song of Early Autumn

by Richard Watson Gilder

When late in summer the streams run yellow,
Burst the bridges and spread into bays;
When berries are black and peaches are mellow,
And hills are hidden by rainy haze;
When the goldenrod is golden still,
But the heart of the sunflower is darker and sadder;
When the corn is in stacks on the slope of the hill,
And slides o’er the path the striped adder;
When butterflies flutter from clover to thicket,
Or wave their wings on the drooping leaf;
When the breeze comes shrill with the call of the cricket,
Grasshopper’s rasp, and rustle of sheaf;

When high in the field the fern-leaves wrinkle,
And brown is the grass where the mowers have mown;
When low in the meadow the cow-bells tinkle,
And small brooks crinkle o’er stock and stone;
When heavy and hollow the robin’s whistle
And shadows are deep in the heat of noon;
When the air is white with the down o’ the thistle,
And the sky is red with the harvest moon;
O, then be chary, young Robert and Mary,
No time let slip, not a moment wait!
If the fiddle would play it must stop its tuning;
And they who would wed must be done with their mooning;
So let the churn rattle, see well to the cattle,
And pile the wood by the barn-yard gate!

14. Autumn

by Ruby Archer

When, I wonder, shall I meet her,
As I wander through the woodland,
Meet the pensive maiden Autumn,
With the eyes that look afar?
I would welcome her and greet her,
Gladly turn to her from Summer,
As we leave the garish daylight
For a single pallid star.
She is tranquil, deeply quiet,
With a graceful, even moving;
And a benison of silence
Falls about her where she goes.
Wanton Summer was a-riot
With impassioned song and blossom,
Gay with glory, heartless ever,
With a thorn for every rose.
I shall meet the Autumn maiden—
Here are signs that she is near me:
On the hills a gauzy azure
From her veil in gliding by;
And her golden-rod is laden—
Yellow plumes of starry masses—
And the white, the purple asters
For her coming footfall sigh.
Yet I feel a half regretting
For that lavish June-time sunlight,
Every hour attuned to warbling,
And with bee and blossom rife.—
Hie away, and speed forgetting!
I will seek my Autumn maiden.
Wayward Summer is our dreaming;
Sober Autumn—is our life.

15. Autumn: A Dirge

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The warm sun is falling, the bleak wind is wailing,
The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,
And the Year
On the earth is her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,
Is lying.
Come, Months, come away,
From November to May,
In your saddest array;
Follow the bier
Of the dead cold Year,
And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.

The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,
The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knelling
For the Year;
The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
To his dwelling.
Come, Months, come away;
Put on white, black and gray;
Let your light sisters play—
Ye, follow the bier
Of the dead cold Year,
And make her grave green with tear on tear.

16. Autumn Thoughts

by John Greenleaf Whittier

Gone hath the Spring, with all its flowers,
And gone the Summer’s pomp and show,
And Autumn, in his leafless bowers,
Is waiting for the Winter’s snow.

I said to Earth, so cold and gray,
‘An emblem of myself thou art.’
‘Not so,’ the Earth did seem to say,
‘For Spring shall warm my frozen heart.’
I soothe my wintry sleep with dreams
Of warmer sun and softer rain,
And wait to hear the sound of streams
And songs of merry birds again.

But thou, from whom the Spring hath gone,
For whom the flowers no longer blow,
Who standest blighted and forlorn,
Like Autumn waiting for the snow;
No hope is thine of sunnier hours,
Thy Winter shall no more depart;
No Spring revive thy wasted flowers,
Nor Summer warm thy frozen heart.

Fall Poems for kids

Read these poems to your kids to make the holiday season more memorable. It will also assist you in introducing your youngster to well-known poets. You may also motivate them to create an autumn poem.

1. Five Little Pumpkins

by Dan Yaccarino

Five Little Pumpkins sitting on a gate,
The First one said “Oh my it’s getting late!”
The second one said “There’s a chill in the air.”
The Third one said “But we
don’t care!”
The Fourth one said “let’s
Run and Run and Run.”
The Fifth one said “I’m ready for some fun.”
Oooooooo went the wind.
and Out went the lights!
And the five little pumpkins
rolled out of sight!

2. Taking A Walk

by Mary Jackson Ellis

Taking a walk is so much fun.
We don’t hurry;
we don’t run.
We watch for birds; we watch
for bees.
We look for all the falling leaves.

3. October

by Helen Hunt Jackson

Bending above the spicy woods which blaze,
Arch skies so blue they flash, and hold the sun
Immeasurably far; the waters run
Too slow, so freighted are the river-ways
With gold of elms and birches from the maze
Of forests. Chestnuts, clicking one by one,
Escape from satin burs; her fringes done,
The gentian spreads them out in sunny days,
And, like late revelers at dawn, the chance
Of one sweet, mad, last hour, all things assail,
And conquering, flush and spin; while, to enhance
The spell, by sunset door, wrapped in a veil
Of red and purple mists, the summer, pale,
Steals back alone for one more song and dance.

4. Autumn

by Alexander Posey

“In the dreamy silence
Of the afternoon, a
Cloth of gold is woven
Over wood and prairie;
And the jaybird, newly
Fallen from the heaven,
Scatters cordial greetings,
And the air is filled with
Scarlet leaves, that, dropping,
Rise again, as ever,
With a useless sigh for
Rest – and it is Autumn.”

5. A Fall Song

by Ellen Robena Field

“Golden and red trees
Nod to the soft breeze,
As it whispers, “Winter is near;”
And the brown nuts fall
At the wind’s loud call,
For this is the Fall of the year.

Good-by, sweet flowers!
Through bright Summer hours
You have filled our hearts with cheer
We shall miss you so,
And yet you must go,
For this is the Fall of the year.

Now the days grow cold,
As the year grows old,
And the meadows are brown and sere;
Brave robin redbreast
Has gone from his nest,
For this is the Fall of the year.

I do softly pray
At the close of day,
That the little children, so dear,
May as purely grow
As the fleecy snow
That follows the Fall of the year.”

6. The Oak

by Michael Collins

A tree’s leaves in the fall
are some orange, some red
and for a small bird
they make quite a bed

The branches of trees
are some curved; some straight
and some even form
a small figure eight

The trunk of the tree
is the base of itself
quite like in a library,
a rusty old shelf

The roots of the tree
go deep, deep down
like a buried treasure
never to be found

Trees need sunshine,
water, and dirt
without these things
they could get hurt

Trees can do things
that I wish I could
If you’re looking for one
I’d check in the woods!

7. Autumn, Queen of Year

by Winifred Sackville Stoner, Jr.

“When the pumpkins are so yellow
And the vines with grapes abound,
When the melons are so mellow
And the nuts fall to the ground;
When persimmons lose their bitters,
And the apples are so red;
When we love to eat corn fritters
Since the roasting ears have fled;
When vacation days are over
And the children go to school,
They no longer play in clover,
But much learn “Arithmos-rule,”
When weird Hallowe’en’s most naughty elves
With gnomes and sprites appear,
While fat Thanksgiving fills the shelves –
‘Tis AUTUMN, QUEEN OF YEAR.”

8. A Little Red Apple

by Marguerite Gode

A little red apple
Hung high in a tree.
I looked up at it

And it looked down at me.
“Come down, please,” I called.
And what do you suppose?
That little red apple

Dropped right on my nose!

9. Willow Poem

by William Carlos

It is a willow when summer is over,
a willow by the river
from which no leaf has fallen
nor bitten by the sun
turned orange or crimson.
The leaves cling and grow paler,
swing and grow paler
over the swirling waters of the river
as if loath to let go,
they are so cool, so drunk with
the swirl of the wind and of the river—
oblivious to winter,
the last to let go and fall
into the water and on the ground.

10. Five Little Acorns

by Debby Hill

Five little acorns, lying on the ground,
The first one said “oh my
I’m getting round.”
The second one said “I think I’m fat,”
the third one said “I have a nice hat,”

The fourth one said “There’s a squirrel over there.
The fifth one said “well I don’t care.”
Down came the squirrel and
swept them all away, up to his nest for a cold winter day.

11. Farewell to the Farm

by Robert Louis Stevenson

“The coach is at the door at last;
The eager children, mounting fast
And kissing hands, in chorus sing:
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

To house and garden, field and lawn,
The meadow-gates we swang upon,
To pump and stable, tree and swing,
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

And fare you well forevermore,
O ladder at the hayloft door,
O hayloft where the cobwebs cling,
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

Crack goes the whip, and off we go;
The trees and houses smaller grow;
Last, round the woody turn we sing:
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!”

Fall Poems for Adults

This lovely collection of fall poems for adults will undoubtedly invigorate your intellect and prepare your heart for the coming season.

1. Sing to Me, Autumn

by Patricia L. Cisco

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.

2. My November Guest

by Robert Frost

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.

3. It’s September

by Edgar Guest

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.

4. Portrait of Fall

by Alora M. Knight

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.

5. Autumn’s Majesty

by Patricia L. Cisco

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!

6. At Last You’ve Come Again!

by Patricia A Fleming

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!

7. November

by Emily Aartsen

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.

8. Autumn Leaves

by Edel T. Copeland

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.

9. Autumn

by Aleyna

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.

10. October’s Gold

by Paul Holmes

Quite a sensory delight for all nature lovers.
Like crunchy cornflakes
Gold leaves rustle underfoot
Beauty in decay.

11. Indian Summer

by Emily Dickinson

These are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a backward look.

These are the days when skies put on
The old, old sophistries of June, —
A blue and gold mistake.

Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee,
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief,

Till ranks of seed their witness bear,
And softly through the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf!
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,

Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!

12. The Indian Summer

by John Brainard

What is there sadd’ning in the Autumn leaves?
Have they that “green and yellow melancholy”
That the sweet poet spake of? Had he seen
Our variegated woods, when first the frost
Turns into beauty all October’s charms—
When the dread fever quits us—when the storms
Of the wild Equinox, with all its wet,
Has left the land, as the first deluge left it,
With a bright bow of many colours hung
Upon the forest tops—he had not sigh’d.
The moon stays longest for the Hunter now:
The trees cast down their fruitage, and the blithe
And busy squirrel hoards his winter store:
While man enjoys the breeze that sweeps along
The bright blue sky above him, and that bends
Magnificently all the forest’s pride,
Or whispers through the evergreens, and asks,
“What is there sadd’ning in the Autumn leaves?”

13. Indian Summer

by Ellen P. Allerton

Again the leaves come fluttering down,
Slowly, silently, one by one,—
Scarlet, and crimson, and gold, and brown,—
Willing to fall, for their work is done,
And once again comes the dreamy haze,
Draping the hills with its filmy blue,
And veiling the sun, whose tender rays,
With mellowed light come shimmering through.
Softly it rests on the sleeping lake—
This fllmy veil—and the distant shore,
Fringed with tangles of brush and brake,
Shows a dim blue line and nothing more.
The winds are asleep, save now and then
Some wandering breeze comes stealing by,
Softly rises, then sinks again,
And dies away like an infant’s sigh.
You feel the spell of those dreamy days
I know—for your soul is in tune with mine.
You love the stillness, the tender haze;
I know—for your thoughts with my own entwine.
But this dreamy calm, this solemn hush,
The sleeping winds, and the mellow glow,
Only foretell the tempest’s rush,
The icy blast, and whirling snow.
We—you and I—must bow to the frost,
When our locks are white with hoary kiss;
Our last rose scattered, its petals lost,
May our Indian summer be calm—like this.

14. Autumn

by Bliss Carman

Now when the time of fruit and grain is come
When apples hang above the orchard wall,
And from the tangle by the roadside stream
A scent of wild grapes fills the racy air,
Comes Autumn with her sunburnt caravan,
Like a long gypsy train with trappings gay
And tattered colors of the Orient,
Moving slow-footed through the dreamy hills.
The woods of Wilton at her coming wear
Tints of Bokhara and of Samarcand;
The maples glow with their Pompeian red,
The hickories with burnt Etruscan gold;
And while the crickets fife along her march,
Behind her banners burns the crimson sun.

Fall Poems about Leaves

The yellowish leaves shedding from the trees during autumn look so beautiful. They also signal the rebirth of new leaves. Here are some poems about autumn leaves.

1. Winds of Autumn

by Saigyo

Even in a person
most times indifferent
to things around him
they waken feelings
the first winds of autumn.

2. Autumn

by Rainer Maria Rilke

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.”

And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.

We’re all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It’s in them all.

And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.

3. Autumn

by Amy Boothby

Look at the different coloured leaves,
Swaying gently with the breeze,
Lovely reds, browns and greens,
All waiting to fall from the trees.
When they leave they twist and turn,
Ready to join the masses of fern,
Landing softly on the ground,
You can taste the smell of autumn, all around.

4. Autumn Moonlight

by Matsuo Basho

Autumn moonlight–
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut.

5. Autumn Song

by Sarojini Naidu

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.

Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?

6. Autumn Fires

by Robert Louis Stevenson

In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The gray smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!”

7. A Day in Autumn

by Ronald Stuart Thomas

It will not always be like this,
The air windless, a few last
Leaves adding their decoration
To the trees’ shoulders, braiding the cuffs
Of the boughs with gold; a bird preening

In the lawn’s mirror. Having looked up
From the day’s chores, pause a minute,
Let the mind take its photograph
Of the bright scene, something to wear
Against the heart in the long cold.