Autumn Poems
Life Is A Privilege
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Life is a privilege. Its youthful days
Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays.
To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire,
To feed with dreams the heart’s perpetual fire,
To thrill with virtuous passions, and to glow
With great ambitions – in one hour to know
The depths and heights of feeling – God! in truth,
How beautiful, how beautiful is youth!
Life is a privilege. Like some rare rose
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Leaves Of Grass. A Carol Of Harvest For 1867
by Walt Whitman
A SONG of the good green grass!
A song no more of the city streets;
A song of farms--a song of the soil of fields.
A song with the smell of sun-dried hay, where the nimble pitchers
handle the pitch-fork;
A song tasting of new wheat, and of fresh-husk'd maize.
For the lands, and for these passionate days, and for myself,
Now I awhile return to thee, O soil of Autumn fields,
Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee,
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Spontaneous Me
by Walt Whitman
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature,
The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with,
The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder,
The hill-side whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash,
The same, late in autumn--the hues of red, yellow, drab, purple, and
light and dark green,
The rich coverlid of the grass--animals and birds--the private
untrimm'd bank--the primitive apples--the pebble-stones,
Beautiful dripping fragments--the negligent list of one after
another, as I happen to call them to me, or think of them,
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Come Up From The Fields, Father
by Walt Whitman
Come up from the fields, father, here's a letter from our Pete;
And come to the front door, mother-here's a letter from thy dear
son.
Lo, 'tis autumn;
Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder,
Cool and sweeten Ohio's villages, with leaves fluttering in the
moderate wind;
Where apples ripe in the orchards hang, and grapes on the trellis'd
vines;
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Herfstnacht
by Mario Odekerken
De lucht is zwaar van vallend blad,
een geur van vocht en aarde
sluipt tussen de bomen door.
De wind weeft patronen in het duister,
neemt herinneringen mee
die nergens meer thuishoren.
In het licht van een verre lantaarn
vallen schaduwen
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Fall
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
It’s gradually falling
Summer is increasingly lolling
The leaves are gently browning
We can’t wait for October’s crowning
When the gold leaves of lustre
Charm the fold with their cluster,
Flamboyantly trooping the autumn colours
And socially grouping them with lullers.
Herfstnacht
by Mario Odekerken
De lucht is zwaar van vallend blad,
een geur van vocht en aarde
sluipt tussen de bomen door.
De wind weeft patronen in het duister,
neemt herinneringen mee
die nergens meer thuishoren.
In het licht van een verre lantaarn
vallen schaduwen
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Im Herbst
by Mario Odekerken
Die Bäume flüstern
in Farben,
die vom Abschied erzählen.
Blätter fallen
wie vergessene Gedanken
auf kalte Wege.
Der Wind trägt
den Geruch von Zeit,
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haiku : hiku 2 : leaves
by Ghairo Daniels
haiku : hiku 2 : leaves
dew on washing line
leaves red open thirsty throats ~
veins release green blood
d
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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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Mary Jacqueline Simon Moo (2 poems about Autumn)
Jacqueline S. Moore] (1926-2002 / Hannibal, Missouri, -