Autumn Poems
Autumn Poems bring to mind images of shorter days, cooler nights and the sounds of red and gold leaves crunching underfoot. As the year draws to a close it is time to add to our collection of Family Poems all of the new ones we have collected throughout the year.-Grandma Mary
Autumn by an anonymous poet
Autumn comes, her prospects glow
With yellow fields of waving corn;
The reaper with his sickle bright,
Hastes to work at early morn.
Autumn Flowers by Fannie Sherrick
O crimson-tined flowers
That live when others die,
What thoughtless hand unloving
Could ever pass you by?
Autumn Woods by William Bryant
Ere, in the northern gale,
The summer tresses of the trees are gone,
The woods of Autumn, all around our vale,
Have put their glory on.
Falling Leaves by Fannie Sherrick
There was a sound of music low--
An undertone of laughter;
The song was done, and can't you guess
The words that followed after?
Late Autumn by Joseph Chant
The fields lie bare before me now,
The fruit is gathered in,
Not even seen a grazing cow,
Nor heard the blackbird's din.
September by Joseph Chant
The hills are clad in purple and in gold,
The ripened maize is gathered in the shock,
The frost has kissed the nuts, their shells unfold,
And fallen leaves are floating on the lock.
Solace by George Doneghy
One Autumn evening, wandering, when the sun was hanging low,
Through a woodland where the music of a streamlet's gentle flow
Commingled with the rustling of the yellow golden leaves,
And the idling breeze's sighing as it floated through the trees,
I heard sweet voices whispering in accents soft and low,
That lulled to rest the troubled soul, like those of long ago.
Sweet September Days by George Doneghy
There's a something in the atmosphere, in sweet September days,
That mantles all the landscape with its languid, dreamy haze;
And you see the leaves a-dropping, in a lazy kind of way,
Where the maple trees are standing in their Summer-time array.
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