Autumn Poems
Alone
by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
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Autumn Alley
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
People often walk on that pathway of gold,
Where sunlit yellow leaves are joy manifold.
Natural pleasures draw crowds back always,
To view the painted alley, like in days of old.
The path is lovely, in sun phase or moonlight-
When the vocal night birds steal its limelight.
Fall plunges one in color, beneath deep blue,
And it's a beautiful course, noon or midnight.
Colorful Tornado
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
fiercest fall frenzy
clashing leaves, color chaos
no sound but the wind
Going For Water
by Robert Frost
The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;
Not loth to have excuse to go,
Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,
And by the brook our woods were there.
We ran as if to meet the moon
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The Solitary Woodsman
by Sir Charles GD Roberts
When the grey lake-water rushes
Past the dripping alder-bushes,
And the bodeful autumn wind
In the fir-tree weeps and hushes, --
When the air is sharply damp
Round the solitary camp,
And the moose-bush in the thicket
Glimmers like a scarlet lamp, --
When the birches twinkle yellow,
And the cornel bunches mellow,
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Vienna
by Rachel G
how could we know
we’d get on so
that morning in Vienna
a cocktail bar
and shining stars
we shared a cab
now here we are
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Colorful Tornado
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
fiercest fall frenzy
clashing leaves, color chaos
no sound but the wind
Autumn Alley
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
People often walk on that pathway of gold,
Where sunlit yellow leaves are joy manifold.
Natural pleasures draw crowds back always,
To view the painted alley, like in days of old.
The path is lovely, in sun phase or moonlight-
When the vocal night birds steal its limelight.
Fall plunges one in color, beneath deep blue,
And it's a beautiful course, noon or midnight.
Hues of Thanksgiving
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
colored leaves fall down
inside food warmth and laughter
a pause for prayer
it's time squirrels cached walnuts
it's autumn's pretty party
Yellow Autumn Flower
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
fresh in cool sunbeams
a lovely autumn flower
sunshine patriot
days are growing short
but rich blossoms yet give joy
butterflies come round
momentary bliss
becomes the heart's memory
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Mary Jacqueline Simon Moo (2 poems about Autumn)
Jacqueline S. Moore] (1926-2002 / Hannibal, Missouri, -
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