Autumn Poems
The Mountain Man
by Jack R. Quinn
He raised his eyes to the wintry skies,
And watched the northern lights.
He walked a guardian route on a frozen night,
And was guided home by the North Star's light.
For many years this guardian reigned,
Over man and beast in his domain.
Then came that time of year,
When all the land said, "Spring is here".
With the flowers and the fawns, a stranger came,
They talked of how it was different and yet the same.
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The Fallen Elm
by John Clare
Old elm that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many coloured shade
And when dark tempests mimic thunder made -
While darkness came as it would strangle light
With the black tempest of a winter night
That rocked thee like a cradle in thy root -
How did I love to hear the winds upbraid
Thy strength without - while all within was mute.
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Beauty Xxv
by Khalil Gibran
And a poet said, 'Speak to us of Beauty.'
Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?
The aggrieved and the injured say, 'Beauty is kind and gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us.'
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Listening
by Amy Lowell
'T is you that are the music, not your song.
The song is but a door which, opening wide,
Lets forth the pent-up melody inside,
Your spirit's harmony, which clear and strong
Sings but of you. Throughout your whole life long
Your songs, your thoughts, your doings, each divide
This perfect beauty; waves within a tide,
Or single notes amid a glorious throng.
The song of earth has many different chords;
Ocean has many moods and many tones
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Autumn
by Amy Lowell
They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia,
Opulent, flaunting.
Round gold
Flung out of a pale green stalk.
Round, ripe gold
Of maturity,
Meticulously frilled and flaming,
A fire-ball of proclamation:
Fecundity decked in staring yellow
For all the world to see.
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Circular Saw
by CK Wendell
In the late fall
After apple picking and around thanksgiving
When the leaves started
To fade from green to red
We’d hook up the PTO from the old Deere
To a massive circular saw
Like something out of a cult horror movie
Coated in flaking layers of leaded rust paint
And under a cloud of diesel exhaust
And the slow blue smoke
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Pretty Melancholy
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.
Ungathered cherries hang in reverie!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
engaged in multihued, cool creativity.
Goodbye violet birds skyrocket, calling!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.
Opals
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Opalescent leaves fall
outside summer's green door.
Outbound, a year sparkles
once age has come with grace.
Orange sun, red roses
of a starry evening.
Old age looks back, dreaming.
Autumn
by Shreeja Banerjee
The air is crisp and cool
The leaves are red and gold
The trees are shedding their summer clothes
And preparing for the winter cold
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Strawberry Autumn
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
plump red strawberries
the kind we knew last red dusk
when time inched by brusque
garnet stars flash on
scarlet leaves and cardinals
mars phenomenal
crimson dragonflies
when fruitful days are going
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Mary Jacqueline Simon Moo (2 poems about Autumn)
Jacqueline S. Moore] (1926-2002 / Hannibal, Missouri, -