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Details | Acrostic | |


F eeling enraptured, Autumn dances in the wind, then undresses.
A s bright robes fall to the ground, her passion paints the twilight skies.
L ike a nymph, she beckons, tossing her fiery auburn tresses.
L ongingly she sighs - September’s bliss lingering in her eyes.

I ndian summer days come; then they go.
N ights though chill, embrace her in indigo.

L ater, in November, her sweetness wanes.
O ctober cannot stay forever loving her.
V acantly she gazes through freezing rains.
E ndearments whispered - cease - when Fall loses ardor.

for the Romantic Acrostic Poetry Contest of Regina Riddle

Details | Rhyme | |

Gone Forever

Here I sit amongst the long grasses and the reed,
in a solitary place, where my breath is freed,
on an Indian Summer's evening on the lake bed,
autumn has come, yet the warmth has not fled.

Blazing orange skies, are mirrored to reflect,
I cannot imagine a scene being any more perfect,
as I looked up, an unfallen leaf caught my gaze,
spotlighted in the sun's last golden rays.

I noticed this crimson leaf as it began to wave,
the end of a short life that I could not save,
then swept away suddenly by the wind's rake,
and ripples formed as it landed on the still lake.

The leaf was carried away and my eyes followed,
then drowned by the water's surface and swallowed,
windy fingertips tugged it from the branch to sever,
existing once, like today, and then was gone forever.

Note - This was my original idea for the poem "The leaf",
but it was revised for a contest. I just wanted to post both 
versions of the poem.

Details | Tanka | |

Watercolours in the Rain

~*~ Summer to Autumn ~*~ Expresses blooms of beauty, ~ primary pastels ~ whilst impending changes loom ~*~ Water colours in the rain ~*~

Details | Free verse | |

Autumn Colours

i am surrounded by a blaze of  flaming colors in God's garden.
autumn happily creating with her palette in hand the September scape.

a thousand shades of reds, yellows, browns, earth tones spread,
blended perfectly by the artist's loving hand, a sensual delight.
a masterpiece, sketched against a bark colored scrim of nature's flesh.

with my eyes opened wide and my body clothed in autumns light 
quenched but still wanting, unwillingly i stagger away, drunk from exposure.

Maurice Yvonne
September 2 2014

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Upon Longfellow bridge

Upon Longfellow bridge
(Street lights)

The Autumn leaves shift colors in the breeze
and some, above the land, will travel far
as whisperings inside the woods appease
through nature's flawlessness transmit, and mar.

Abundantly the light diffuses fore
the sun deluges neath the distant ridge
and offers the impression we lived yore,
October was, upon Longfellow bridge.

The twilights of the Autumn so expand
to hail the stars on Massachusetts towns;
my freshman attitude enfold, unplanned,
while lithe the night the street lights casts and crowns.

In darkness, still, the street lights blink before
the night retreats beneath the distant ridge
and offers the impression we lived yore,
October is, upon Longfellow bridge.

© 10-01-2014, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic pentameter)

Sponsor: nette onclaud
Contest Name: FIND THE PUZZLE! 

Details | Rhyme | |

The golden dusty days

Long gone are the golden
Dusty days!
Where once, like Blazons
On Armorial Shields,
The gathered bronze sheaths 
stood -
Cut through at the stalk;
Raised from time honoured

Burnished like brushed copper
By high summers slanted rays:
That were sliced so thinly 
From the thickening air,
As they brightly 
Caught the hot glare,
From the grass mowers blades.

For the singing scythes,
Once wielded so ably
By strong, capable arms,
Are standing abandoned and
Blunted, left rusting,
Languishing alone
In damp, dilapidated  barns.

Now their songs are forgotten;
Lost within a woeful winds 
Blown far out 
From the green meadows;
Separated from their verses
Once sung so heartily 
With purposeful,
Lusty, well practised intent.

So think you all well,
Next time you pause
Your drawn eye,
Upon Englands rich harvests:
Of ripened barley, 
Yellow wheat, and stiff rye...

To dwell on the lost seasons
With melancholy tears...

And think of the old reaper
Who cuts back at the years!

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Last Leaf

The last leaf
Clinging to hopes of times past
Summers warm breezes
Humid days and cool nights
Summer time recollections
Rain or shine
The last leaf
Living on borrowed time

The tree is barren
The autumn wars have ended
The winds of winter have won the battle
All the leaves have fallen
Dead to the ground
Except for one soul left
Standing guard alone and proud

Sadness haunts his lonely soul
This leaf has no where else to go
He knows destiny is in the ground
He valiantly holds to branches bare
Clinging on to his despair
Living on borrowed time

White winds of winters death
Slowly slaughter all that’s left
The lonely leaf can cling no more
Falling so softly along a rivers shore
Where a single white rose splendidly sits
Knowing soon its grave will be
A winter’s snow drift

The leaf falls upon the rose
Entwined in natures dance of death
They each shall kiss each others skin
They hold hands bracing for winters winds
They die together, both in irony
So old and alone, they died in harmony

Details | Free verse | |


God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the fall season, bursting forth onto
The leaves once evergreen.
Colors of crisp snapping, auburn reds, fires aglow oranges, and
Subdued darken browns to contrast the mixtures blending, created
By the masterful hands of a higher powers creativity.
Tender timbers mutated into a glorious display of light and color,
Splashing the palette array of natural beauty.
Blessed in magnificence the lord hushes and stills, the mortal heart,
As inspiration captures the poets ink pen to write,
Upon the empty parchment page.
Strolling lovers huddle together, beneath a wondrous tapestry,
A canopy of leaf petals, that descend as it is caressed
By a chilling fall breeze.
Whispering softly in each others ears tender words
Sweet nothings, youth in utter splendor wrapped
Embraced in loves devotional shawl of emotions.
Behold vows promises of perfection uniting
These spirits of fall, united against the winter
Winds forever more.
Cold and slain lay the roses of summer, yet within
The wild heart of innocence, the flame of desire
Shall not flicker out, nay it lives strong in the young,
A blossom of delicate distention is true loves flower.
Oh in timeless remembrance as years will pass,
And only one shadow remains between these two
Souls united joined in life as one. 
Shall beyond another single silhouette awaits,
Tracing these burnt ambers of autumn from long ago,
 In cascading showers of melted colors of memory.
In angels tears a gentle rain does fall, yet a smile
Crosses the face of this eternal love, a blessings
Promise in one word spoken, always.
God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the season, bursting forth onto
The leaves of the evergreen.


Details | Haiku | |


golden butterflies wildly whirl in wanton wind - leaves perform death dance

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The Hunter's Children Cry

He walked amid the woodlands muted morn.
The scents of earth were wafting on the breeze.
For dawn had moistened yet another day.
And silence dripped beneath the autumn trees.

A rustle in dry leaves, he caught a glimpse.
His gun caressed the warmth of flannel sleeves.
The silent hunter, stalking, tiptoed near.
A golden-red meandered through the leaves.

The sun began to rise above the knoll.
It shone upon dark eyes; the gun rose high.
The pheasant flickered leaves; then, heard a crunch.
He recognized the scent; the man walked nigh.

Red feathers, brightly accented with gold,
Were ruffled as he took his fighting pose.
The cockerel next to man had no defense.
So, high above the trees the pheasant rose!

His hungry children waited back at home.
He rushed along the trail up to the crest.
The pheasant lost from view; his stomach growled.
The hunter and his gun had done their best.

At noon, the hunter rested on a log.
The water in his canteen, nearly dry,
No morsel did he eat as day grew long.
The stealthy man could hear his children’s cry.

December 1, 2014

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Structured forms - Iambic verse - Sketch a fictitious character - (Top Gun Poetry) - Poetry Contest
Sponsor	Giorgio A. V.

Details | Crystalline | |

Seeing Autumn's oak adorn

Painting sky before I was born,
Draping my grave in leaf and acorn.

Contest: Crystalline
Sponsor: Rick Parise

Details | Free verse | |

Music of the Plains

Left tall and dry, lies the pillared maize forsaken.
Barren fields of corn, stand row by row.
When yellow ears have long been gathered, 
a dusty crop has paid it's garnered due.
The dry stalks bend and dangle stiff remains,
and autumn winds return to whip batons and play.
The quiet fields tune harps and violins,
making harmony from husks, with swaying stalk refrains.

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The leaf

Among the long grass of the land and reed,
there is a lonely place where thoughts are freed,
Saint Martin's summer spreads upon the lake
in warm conditions all domains partake.

The blazing, orange skies, on earth reflect
perfection's lingering details connect
a red, still hanging leaf has caught my gaze
spotlighted in the sun's last golden rays.

This leaf, upon the branch, began to wave,
(it's ending, little life I could not save),
and swept away by Autumn's windy rake,
imprinted ripples on the peaceful lake.

The leaf was carried, as my eyes complied,
then drowned inside the lake's blue waves that shied,
the sweeping northern gust, the leaf discerped,
that neath the surface is forever kept.

Written by Kelly Deschler   September 19th, 2014

Revised by Giorgio A. V.

Details | Sonnet | |

Ode to Autumn

Earth’s sphere of fire bids adieu to me

As dying embers gleam across the sea

In rare hues reflected by autumn trees,

Swirling in motion with October’s breeze.

I feel the joy this season has to share

In golden harvest that the branches bear,

And I am thankful for this blessed year,

For divine abundance I share so dear.

The sun and moon take on a special glow

As thunder clouds move swiftly with the flow.

Yes, autumn coaxes feelings to revive,

Those mem’ries of past seasons still alive.

When autumn spreads her dress of lacey frost

I know, in breathless beauty, I’ll be lost.

© 2013 Connie Marcum Wong

Details | Rhyme | |

End of Summer

End of Summer
Glorious Summer was great fun while it lasted, With sweltering sun, I turned super tan and almost toasted. Now it’s high time to end this heat bummer, ‘Cause I’ve had enough of another sizzling summer.
Almost dehydrated, I have been panting and sweating, And I’m tired of using fans and other forms of air-conditioning. I look forward to naturally cool days and crispy nights, Wearing light jackets, sexy booties, and colorful tights.
Wild wind whipping my hair and stroking my cheeks, I welcome the seasons changing in the upcoming weeks. Leaves exchanging colors of green for hues of oranges and browns, I’m ready to embrace exhilarating awesome Autumn!

Details | Crystalline | |

Autumn Oak Tree

The cold north winds that stripped you bare,
Shall bring a white cloak for you to wear.

This is how my Autumn trees look already.

For Rick Paris's
Contest Crystalline

Details | Acrostic | |

In An Autumn Kiss

I t’s in an Autumn kiss I feel again
N ostalgic yearning for the yet-to-be.

A wakened, I’m released from the mundane.
N o other kiss inspires so magically 

A s fall’s! I breathe her colors in and sigh. . .  .
U nleashed, I soar with leaves, for it’s a thrill
T o taste the wind and dance into the sky.
U nclad and glad, I swirl with clouds until
M isgivings come to me. Then down I float.
N aive as always, I’ve been led by this

K iss, for now a melancholy note
I s drifting through a mist. Farewell to bliss.
S oon winter will embrace me though I know
S eduction comes less easily by snow.

An Acrostic in Sonnet form, Written Aug. 26, 2012 for Francine Roberts' Autumn Acrostic Poetry Contest

Details | Dizain | |


Brocade lobes with silver traces creating nature's alchemy pale thread of life it embraces, against chilled dusk's pure scenery. Will wonder's eyes engage and see the beauty of a fallen leaf whose precious moment shines too swift? Or, will it, fading, simply crush this brittle lace from autumn’s gift beneath the pile of burial rush. Skeletal frame this leaf has lain through season’s winds that wore it down till only whittled bones remain, of what was fall’s glow quite renown. Laying on breast of days, its brown skin crumpled from dry crust to foam, to rest in this cycle’s white tomb. Yet some wand lifted it to air lining it in rich-colored chrome to render splendour that was there. Contest of Giorgio V: Impress Me ll by nette onclaud

Details | Rubaiyat | |


Night spills over the day like India ink from a well
bleeding into the deep crevasses of hill and dell
running into clear cold streams once shimmering, bright 
painting Prussian blue the trees on the high chaparral.

Night edges the golden hour of Autumn days so bright 
merging with the harvest moon, the solstice at midnight
melting in to sleepy hollows, pale and bloodless blue, 
cajoling colonies of bats to bank and soar in flight.

Night caresses the winsome lovers silhouette.. adieu 
as its hold is weakened toward a shade of baby-blue
A painter's pallet is the night of hues, shades of light
the sovereign signs of fantasy as darkness ensues.

*Interlocking Rubaiyat where the rhyme of lines 1,2&4
of verse one are taken from the end word of line 3
in the verse before, the last verse returns the end rhyme
of line 3 ;)

Details | Haiku | |


withered leaves falling carpet of autumnal bliss adorning the ground Jan Allison 23rd October 2014

Details | Tanka | |


Summer is gone now and fall with her beautiful face Softly just arrives. Spreading joy with her colours And thrilling with her magic. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 8.10.2014

Details | Quatrain | |


Splendor of Autumn in its glorious bloom Bestowing us with nature's gifts precious Fragrant orchards with their ripened looms Tempting aroma of the fruits luscious. To the Autumn born, the season appeals As I inhale lungfuls of the festive air Drum beats reverberate, child's gleeful squeals We celebrate Autumn with unique flair! Auburn hues of the flora flourishing Trekking dry hilly trails with impish pride Vibrant beauty of fauna simply ravishing Toddler enjoying his piggy back ride! Armed with dry sticks tiny hands fiddle To catch the colorful flipping butterflies Beneath pattering feet crispy leaves crinkle The sail-boat clouds drifting through blue-glass skies. On a pond blossoming with lilies and lotuses They empty their left-over dewy wet delights Nature basks in sunlight's golden caresses The whole cosmos soaks in wonderful sounds and sights! 17/08/2012

Details | Free verse | |

Autumn Colors

          Autumn Colors

Trees shake old cobwebs from their heads
A kaleidoscopic parade of colors tumbles down
Pretty reds and yellows, parasol shapes
Parachute softly and collect in mounds  
Falling leaves that drift and cross our paths 
Brought on by climates cooler winds
Leave the trees in all their majesty
To become the magic of the season 

Created on 9/03/14 for Autumn Colors poetry contest

Details | Dodoitsu | |

Autumn Colours

Autumn Colours
Autumn’s rich brilliant palette, showcasing a masterpiece of fiercely blazing colours - boastful foliage!
Leaves through a kaleidoscope, pirouetting in wind-blown gowns of gold, orange, brown, red - Oh! Autumn colours!

Details | Verse | |

Autumn Butterfly

You wanna know what I think?
I think you 're a bit confused
Don't you know it's late in the year?
Don't you know it's nearly dark too?

But your velvet and black-green wings
fan and rest upon my bare back
and it tickles! Now you're on my forearm
I think you like me. Off you go now...

This poem is submitted for:
PD’s ‘One Autumn Night’ contest

Details | Crystalline | |

Autumn Oak Trees

Autumn Oak Trees
Titillated by nature’s sweet caress, oak trees begin to undress.

Details | Free verse | |


I sit here enjoying nature
From high up on the tree
I gaze an encompassing all that is around me

The weather is cool
With a soft breeze flowing through the autumn  leaves
Colors of greens turning to shades of red, yellows, purples, and browns
Gently falling like a light feather
To the floors beneath the canopy of trees

A light  shower of cool rain
Settles on everything in sight
With sunshine reflecting of the water droplets
Each making a rainbow of it’s own
With colors of reds, yellows, blues, and violets

My attention is caught with the sounds of  movement in the brush
With the rustling  and stirring of the different  colored  leaves
Of shades of red, yellows, purples, and brown
On the floors beneath the canopy of trees

I fly very quietly in pursuit of my prey
Eventually spreading my wings and striking with my feet
To snatch my prey

I am sitting on my perch hooting
Swivel  my head more than 180 degrees looking in all directions
Encompassing all that is around me
Waiting for the sounds of movement in the brush to start again

By eve roper 10/24/2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Watercolour Painted Skies

Watercolour painted skies of ochre tinged with grey;
early sunset settles on a dying autumn day.
Ancient oaks resplendently release their rain of gold,
crisp leaves catch the breeze to whisper secrets yet untold.

A richly coloured tapestry breathes fragrant melodies,
suffusing notes of amber with the scent of cedar trees;
distant joyful echoes as young laughter leaves the park,
heeding grown up warnings to be home before the dark.

The last remaining sunlight lies in ripples on the lake,
slowly yielding to the surface, leaving naught for eve to take.

Details | Free verse | |


We walk on a crisp carpet of withered leaves
Purple, lilac and pink heather paints the hillside
The yellow gorse bushes emits a fiery golden glow
Vicious brambles protect their delicious fruit
We fight against them to pick their prized berries
Our fingers are stained purple with the blood of their juice
Then we hurry home to make a delicious pie

Contest: One Autumn Day (in just 7 lines)
Sponsored by Poet destroyer A
~awarded 4th place~

Details | Rhyme | |

Fall Came Early

Fall came a trifle early
And it caught me unaware--
Seems the leaves began their falling
Turning circles in the air.

I could hear the end of summer
With the rustle of the trees--
As I latched up every window
To escape the chilly breeze.

But the cold it overtook me
As it slipped beneath the door--
And the moaning wind, it whispered:
"The summer is no more!"


Details | Lanterne | |


Fall will start It is near Is in the air Now Say Good-bye To summer Hot weather is Gone Air Crispy Starts to cool No more burning Sun Birds Migrate Butterfly Will return next Year Trees Change garb Leaves transform From golden to Brown Day To thank God for all Thanksgiving Day Is Good Food on table Family Gods blessings for All Pies Turkey Cranberry sauce Apple cider Sweet Fall Season Of wonder Enjoy rich change Smile Praise Thank God Fall is great Serenity Brings Mild Weather Azure sky Togetherness Nice Fall Brings calm And repose After summers Storms. Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 10.11.14

Details | Rhyme | |

One Autumn Night

We sit on the dock in the chilly autumn air
Wrapped in a blanket we just sit and stare.
The shores of our Lake are glowing with trees,
With all their bright colors our eyes do appease.
The moon seems to be on fire this night
And we watch as the geese arise and take flight,
Knowing we're blessed by this magical sight.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 

Details | Free verse | |

Autumn Hope

Red leaves cowardly fall from trees like arrogant men
The powerful wind creeps up steadily scattering them on battered ground
While caretakers gather them into bags and empty them into garbage cans.

The giant trees still hold their composure waiting for the winter band
Autumn chills and winter spills engraved in the soul of every man
Telling us that life is entering another round and hope is still alive.

It has been a miserable year casting doubt and myriad fear
The summer season could not stand up to the parching sun
Events after events stirring up the summer heat but now autumn is here
Blowing away the evil dust making way for the winter crust.

I drove out in the wee hours of the morning and penetrated the clear blue sky
I saw millions of shining stars embedded in  the  dancing blue sky smiling merrily at me
And the cool autumn morning whispering songs of praise emitting sparkling delight.

I long to wake up to  the  day when the grumbling and contention will cease
The war will be completed and mankind will be at peace  
I longed for the day when families will reunite and communities will come together
I yearn for the day when countries will be delivered and enjoy lasting peace with their neighbors.  

The seasons embrace life’s abundance  
The seasons empowers pinnacles of hope
The seasons with its multitude of stars secured in the deep blue sky
And the red leaves scattered on the  ground is a testament
That autumn will bring new joy and stunning changes all around.
                                                                           ©2014 Christine Phillips

Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn Pages

Seasons come 
And seasons go
In all of the above
Her colours flow
Just like pages
In a book
What the seasons bring
Are worth a look
Spring brings life
In many ways
The sun radiates
From warm awesome rays
The summer oozes
With blooms and colours
Greenery greens
Canopy covers
The winter decides
Who lives and dies
The reader dissects
In passionate cries
But the season for me
Are the Autumn Pages
It's decision to end
In colourful stages
This poem came to me as i was reading poems by Autumn Page.

Details | Rhyme | |

Thoreau When He Went Wooding

Apples red, apples round.

Apples frozen on the ground.

Yellow-mellow apples,

many speckled, bruised and brown.

Henry ate them

when he went wooding.

Said they tasted like apple pudding.

Details | Haiku | |

blossoms gather

blossoms gather
below the boughs...
pink cabochons

Details | Sonnet | |

Novella My Love


I've been dreaming of a sonnet in the cradle of the breeze
I've been dreaming in the silence of her feathered nest of dream
perched in peaceful solitude autumn falls with golden leaves
where hymn's flow free within a quest along the winding stream

Has my presence ever crossed your mind in lonely nights of need
of placid love refined in gold where one desires thee
a place where time has come to stall of gifts of love and deed
in lust I wait in colors of spring for her my sweet jubilee

In last breath fare of desperate need my eyes have finally seen
my fair young lady from distant hallow floating near within my dream
I hear her voice in loving song with tales of gifts foreseen
with silken wings she flutters free to rest along pure stream

I've been dreaming of a sonnet in the cradle of the breeze
I've been dreaming in the silence far beyond the graceful trees..


Details | Sijo | |


a brown and curling maple leaf hangs suspended mid-air
in the clearing by the lake, transfixed by the view and kindness 
woven within the web, it watches the gentle rain fall

within the transparent lace-like web, it curls inward
its only movement seems a solemn gesture of reverence
with its last bit of I, it sighs, what better place to die

shielded from the gentle rain within the prayerful curl of sable leaf
the spider waits for the Autumn wind to tear them free, to fly..on
to see the conifers green among the forest's rise

brisk winds rent the leave from loom and upward rise the pair
a spider spinning on the sable leave of maple anchored by a strand
as we our spirits torn, are reborn, within the clutch

the center holds sound its claim nature's umbilicus, man
like the spider's leaf born flight, we seek on unknown winds to rise
gentle the breeze or harsh the Fall's feverous gale, still..we rise 

*sijo string

Details | Pantoum | |

Ever Turning Circle

In winter’s white, as angels cry
for early spring to warm the wind,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned.

For early spring to warm the wind,
at Valentine’s romantic calls,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls.

At Valentine’s romantic calls,
rebirth of nature’s light divine,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls,
and blossoms pastel shades recline.

Rebirth of nature’s light divine,
when day equals the hours of night,
and blossoms pastel shades recline,
to hail the queen of May in light.

When day equals the hours of night,
a summer’s sun will come to play,
to hail the queen of May in light,
we chant and sing along the way.

A summer’s sun will come to play,
so life can grow as gods decreed,
we chant and sing along the way,
with warmth and light our hunger feed.

So life can grow as gods decreed,
the rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
with warmth and light our hunger feed,
the wealth of harvest is our own.

The rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
in autumn breeze that chills the heat,
the wealth of harvest is our own,
as gold and red belies our feet.

In autumn breeze that chills the heat,
a year that ends with blessed Samhain,
as gold and red belies our feet,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign.

A year that ends with blessed Samhain,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign,
in winter’s white, as angels cry.

Details | Verse | |

Echoing Resolve

____________________________ Easy river run down vast beauty light in morning dawn crest before my eyes For autumn rain has gone sparking light of silver grace now lay peaceful strokes on hillside of new day Each thought still remain in splashed hues of poetic verse a quenching bath of love upon soft sky of birth ____________________________

Details | Acrostic | |

Dynamic Autumn

Days of autumn enter late September,
Yearly glory in hues to remember.
Naked limbs cling to mem’ries of summer
As cool longer nights lead to sweet slumber.
Mountain tops catch the first drifts of snow
Inviting cold winds to the valleys below.
Copious colors patch a quilt beneath trees

And nature again gifts a harvest to please.
Under horizons of soft orange skies
The gathering of pumpkins soon will arise.
Upon Halloween each carved funny face
Meets with delight as children thrill to place
New costumes on for ‘trick or treat’ fun.

© Connie Marcum Wong

For Francine Roberts's Acrostic Contest

Details | Verse | |

Autumn Silver Gloss Small Pearls

                                        Raindrops roll on my window
                                             like tears on a cheek
                                           The day is gray and wet
                                            but you are still beautiful
                                         Outside my window I have a
                                    rose bush with many raindrops on.
                                          Raindrops looks like many
                                           sliver gloss small pearls
                                           They can not be picked
                                              you get no bouquet                     
                                       A small spider web between
                                           some branches are also          
                                embellished with sliver gloss small pearls
                                    Yet there are two roses on my bush
                                         one for you and one for me
                                             The day gray and wet
                                               and autumn is here
                                             Still have my rose bush
                                          their beauty and ornaments

A-L Andresen :)

Details | Free verse | |

With you in autumn evening

The sweet songs of birds, We hand in hand across the lawn, Pansies white yellow and violet Tossing their heads in the breeze. Somewhere the sound of falling leaves. The sound of squirrel cracking the walnut. Calm weather warm sun, White fluffy clouds forming different shapes, A passenger flight in the blue sky, Sun born in the horizon and about to fade in the horizon, Both our heartbeats echo inside of chest, Shutting and opening of our lips, Your unkempt hair flying backwards, Yellowish west sky. Heart shaped fig leaf's shadow. If I could stop this world from spinning, I would do so, Just to be with you In this autumn evening.

Details | Free verse | |

While I was standing near My Autumn tree

The audio version of the Poem can also be heard on my You Tube 
Channel 'RavindraKK1' or by using  the below given URL

While I was standing near My Autumn tree The Sun was fading, with all its grandeur and beauty, Somewhere far, very far away amid the Poplar trees. I was in a state of enchanted stillness, Beholding the gold which was showering on me, With every gush of wind coming from the east. The earth was wrapped in a lovely darkness, Slowly the Sun rays slipped away from the hands of the evening, but It embraced the night in her arms perhaps to console its forlorn heart. I was glued with the fragrance of Autumn, while the Sun was still fading slowly, Leaving only a yellow and radish glow in the sky. The golden leaves of Poplar were still falling on me, Coming to me while flying from the Poplar tree. Suddenly the birds said adieu to me, reminding me once again the passing of time, While I was standing near my Autumn tree. Ravindra Kanpur India 4th Sept. 2011
Poem submitted in honor of Brian Strand's contest SEPTEMBER-YOUR CHOICE

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Her Name was Autumn

Thoughts of " Autumn " and her " off Spring" 
Seasons change as do people...
Her name is Autumn...
She quietly puts her mark the on Season ….
Yet no one sees her there..
She has a certain presence, still …
and her perfume fills the air..
Yet no one speaks to her…
Her colors are not light, but bright…
reds, yellows and orange, quite a sight…
But even though , she’s more than that…
No one approaches, some don’t seem to care..
So she quietly leaves ...before all the trees are bare...

Details | Tanka | |



Beauty has fallen

painting the pastel of love

in a breath of fire

below the bare heights of mist 

Autumn's tapestry lies strewn  


Details | Etheree | |

Autumn Splendor

path to
is one adorned 
with vermilion hues. 
Pumpkin leaves, remnants of 
summer’s verdant colors now 
drifting through the woodland splendor
through argentine skies, unified, a mélange 
of the magnificence autumn bestows. 

©2011 Connie Marcum Wong

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Around the Corner

Let's take this chance to relish color
Embrace the autumn while it's here
for soon, we'll need turn the corner
and find Jack Frost is waiting there

His frosty face will nip the air, 
His slick rain coat will steal the show
He'll blow a wind to bring the snow
and trees will shed the golden glow

Let's count the stars upon the night
Before he snaps his fingers, twice 
Let's bask in harvest moon's delight
before he turns the world to white

Relax among the fragrant grass
Pick pumpkins and an apple red
Throw frisbees high above your head
Let red and rust adorn your bed

Around the corner here he comes
He whistles winds, and likes his rum 
He'll offer you a icy cone
But do beware, he schemes to own

He brings along a holiday
And loves to watch our children play
Let's run around the nearest corner
To see how long that he will stay

A snap of fingers, a snap of cold
Will stop us in our tracks, be warned
He calls the shots, and though he's old
He'll last until the sun is warm

Let's take this chance to soak the sun
before he spoils all the fun
The world will never be the same
until we wave goodbye again

10/18/14 For Francine Robert's Contest: "Around The Corner"

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Autumn air

Drifting leaves
in the autumn air--
farewell song

By:Spandan Karmakar

Date:13th Oct. 

contest:Autumn Air

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Autumn Colors

Brisk autumn winds, weaving through grass twirl bright golden leaves, fluttered and spun blushing like children, who tumble and laugh playing gymnastics, having their fun with cart-wheeling antics, under the sun
In honor of Russel Sivey's Contest: Autumn, Fall Colors 8/31/11 by Carrie Richards

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Autumn's Breath

I love to spend my October afternoons walking ankle-deep in dried, curled leaves.
They cover the back country roads, the forest floor, and my own front yard.
But, I cannot bear to rake them away, or burn them.
The dead, gnarled leaves drift down around me like confetti.

Some are in shades of red and maroon and crimson.
The color of country barns you pass by, when you are going home for Thanksgiving.
Or, those crisp apples, waiting to be picked from the orchard's trees.
And, taken, to be pressed for cider, or dipped into warm caramel.

Some are in shades of yellow and gold and butterscotch.
The color of dried corn husks and stalks, bundled together to decorate porches.
And, the fields full of bright sunflowers, guarded by straw scarecrows.
Or, like the buses and the #2 pencils, waiting for the children to come back to school.

Some are in shades of orange and amber and burnt sienna.
The color of pumpkins sitting in patches, waiting to be carved out for Halloween.
Or, like the sun setting on a cool, September, Indian summer's evening.
Or, a full harvest moon when it rises, late, into the night sky.

Some are in shades of brown and chocolate and pecan.
The color of fragrant cinnamon and nutmeg, sprinkled within my Mom's apple pie.
Or, like maple syrup dripping from my pancakes, on a November morning.
And, those acorns, fallen from oak trees, inhabited by squirrels and owls.

Autumn lasts for maybe, three months, but to me it feels like only three minutes.
So, I take it all in while I can.
I look up through the branches,
where the golden sunlight beats between the rustling leaves.
My heart beats with warmth and joy at the sight.
Even though, the wind chills me to the bone.

A long winter will soon arrive, and the world will be nothing but white and gray.
Yet, the rich, unforgettable beauty of fall lingers within me.
Because, sometimes, when the snow finally fades away in the spring, 
I can still smell those decaying, dead leaves.
Then, instantly, my mind returns to the autumn days that took my breath away.

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Leaves are beauty of the Master’s touch …beds of leaves for homes of squirrels and such Bunched by opossum in the hollow of an old oak log …arranged in a thicket by a caring mother hog They wave to a lonesome soul in the summer breeze …nature’s devise of cozy blanket in winter’s freeze And you ask me if I love leaves and trees …provides great shades for summer’s picnics, ”Leaves” Leaves have butterfly flight, floating gracefully about …catching sun’s rays bobbing multi colored with clout Golden, russet and burnt orange of autumn equinox …Beautiful LEAVES!, Thank God for nature’s clocks. In Honor of Carol Brown And Contest:

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Leaves twirl through the chilly air
Leaving naked tree limbs flailing 
Soft sweaters cover me with care
Winds caress with gentle breezing

Crackling and popping beneath my feet
When I walk across the dirt pathway
Colorful leaves even cover the street
Creating oak, poplar and birch bouquet

Squirrels carry nuts into their haunts
While birds begin to fly toward the south
Melancholy feelings start to taunt
Bringing suspicions of winter’s mouth

Autumn is a season of colorful charms
When harvest begins at all the farms 

©2014 by Regina Riddle
Written on July 24, 2014

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The Waltz of the Leaves

Elegant Goldie and handsome Leaf Red
Brushed one another, thus happened to meet
mid-air, where Goldie by Red then was led
In one-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three beat.

Gliding and twirling, they waltzed all around,
Up the hill, down the hill, over a stream.
Sliding but never quite touching the ground,
Like Fred with his Ginger, they danced like a dream.

Goldie was glowing with sun’s going down.
Red seemed like crimson against twilight sky.
Rustling his suit while she whirled in her gown,
They glittered while wafting first low and then high.

Nature was humming the Falling Leaves song;
Chill autumn breezes kept urging them on.
Fluttering fluttering all the night long,
With hoot owls hoo-hooing, they danced until dawn.

Suddenly, all became still in day’s light.
The couple was parted, for wind ceased to blow.
There came drifting down something moist and white.
Farewell, pretty leaves.  Now is Dance of the Snow.

Andrea Dietrich

For Francine Roberts' Nature Story Contest

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The Gilded Mountain Sea

I look across the windswept canyons, see the blazing trees. A gold and russet ocean swells beneath the autumn breeze. It surges as the highest tide to reach the mountain tops. An endless wave of beauty rushing on, it never stops. And in the sky of tangerine, its gulls are birds that glide across this sea of fantasy into the eventide. The disappearing flock of geese and waning sun imbue nostalgia that engulfs the soul enraptured by the view. My valley home, like ocean’s strip of shore, now calls to me, a voyager who must depart from gilded mountain sea.

Details | Tanka | |

Gracefully Bows As She Leaves

Forest alive now
Autumn colors brilliant glow
Poplar_ Maple grow
Colors seen_red, yellow, rust
Auroras of autumn flow

Elegantly dressed
For the last ball before snow
She smiles at artist
As he gathers paints blends shades
Painting her colorful gown

As sunlight dances 
Against gown that glows with dew
Gracefully she bows
As bare limbs begin to show
Last of grace before first snow

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When sunlit days
become lost in shade,
and all that was verdant
becomes windswept jade,
withering leaves become
gold and brown, summer’s reign 
at last,has lost her crown!

© Harry J Horsman   2012

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Autumn Dreaming

Autumn Dreaming The time is here when trees are dressed In all their brilliant autumn shades And we mere mortals truly blest To dream amid these forest glades And when the daylight hours are less Cool breezes weave through great oak crown Then nature helps the trees undress And burnished leaves come swirling down

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~ My golden love of autumn morn touch so delicate this heart torn with amber streaming light adorn and peaceful hues of grace You touch this soul, again reborn a loving interlace... You rise above the mountain height's with calming rays of loving light where ocher words of hymn's recite and emerald vale receive I lay in warmth my soul ignite's as one with God, I cleave... ~ ________________ Rime Couee

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Autumn Sensations

Colorful symphonies sound
As red and gold bells fall down,
Shook loose by crisp cool air,
Tinkling their way to the ground.

Displayed on the limbs of trees
Are rich orange marmalade leaves,
Visions of autumn’s dessert
Tasting sweetly upon the breeze.

Autumn brews warm concoctions 
With auras of perfection
And richly spiced aromas, 
Which soothe our frayed emotions.

Fall’s festive nature brings out
A spirited dancing shout
And lovely celebrations
With beauty bursting about.

©   08-16-2012
For: Autumn's Beauty Contest

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Autumn Stroll

A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet!
My soul is gratified as I meander midst its colorful riot!
Another glorious autumn has burst forth in all its splendor!
The Creator displays a vista no mere artist would dare render!

Gentle zephyrs stir eddies of colorful leaves along the way.
A myriad of wild flowers greet me with their brilliant display.
Trees that a short while ago offered welcome summer shade,
Now lift barren arms as if in prayer sans their leaves of jade.

Not a cloud mars the pristine blue of the Colorado sky.
A skein of geese wing southward sounding their plaintive cry.
Stately Colorado spruce 'neath which deer now gambol and browse,
Will soon have garlands of snow adorning their spreading boughs.

The shrill blare of an elk startles me from my reverie,
As he calls for a mate with his ever sovereign plea.
I pause on a nearby knoll to view yon shimmering lake,
Teeming with graceful ducks, guarded by a magnificent drake!

Foolish poets and artists have strived to portray each season.
They have tried and failed because of a very real reason.
Only He Who is the Master Artist and ruler over all,
Will ordain the beauty of the seasons, especially the exquisite fall!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Details | Sijo | |

October Bliss

October Bliss
In the mood for autumnal cavorting and carousing, Dripping with morning dew drops and blowing moist kisses at rainbows, Golden leaves flit about wind-swept paths searching for dancing partners.

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O impetuous Muse surround me
with ashes of moody youth
Recall silken moments,
 uncertain, where 
marbled words wrote
an elaborate history.

Nectar thoughts,
 not moments, dappled drab
where ruined feathers in darkness dwelt.
Ornate  years of passion, spilling fire
allusive to all consuming ire.
When summer spoke,
when spring day-dreamed
and Autumn kissed me with
gaudy leaves.

Swift and sweet, how memories rise
diamond- strung in a room of silver
Slick and sleek from a stormy world,
 solid tree trunks on a bell- clear morning.
Blithe, dramatic, reckless dreams
 flowing with precocious,
 peculiar streams
 Luxurious with sadness,
 time’s cruel wheel
  rolls vast recollections 
 that slowly  yield
 cold, closed canyons of
endless  truths,
touched with the starry
  kiss of  youth.

Suzanne Delaney

for Harry

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Cheers and Whistles

I awaken to a lark’s song
 In early morning’s misty light
 Spy it on a branch, softly shaking
 In the gentle breeze, its fewer leaves
 Turned yellow gold
 Surround her so pretty,
 Her song to me. Yes, I know 
the lark sings to me 

Its cheery new day song,
 As if there were no tomorrow –
 It whistles in the evening 
as if there were no
 Yesterdays. Soon it is joined
 By another, oh! What a lark!
 What a pair they make!
 I remember those same two larks
 Not far in the past –
Last Spring, they stood together proudly
 Day after day and through the summer; he
 Could go nowhere without her.
 He, was the one who sang to her
 Each new morning, the one
 Who courted her till each sundown,
 Up to twilight when she fell asleep.
He was the one she couldn’t do without,
 The one she could love forever, together
 They had built the nest for their offspring
 Now grown,
 Now gone.
 They’d been inseparable from day one,
 Even bickering, just two souls
 Disagreeing - still, he sang
 To her in the morning, sang to her
 Under the setting sun, and
In the autumn of their life
 They sang together, cheery
 As if there were no tomorrow
 Whistling, as if there were no yesterday.
This morning
 I let out a sigh
 Remembering so well
 The dream I once held
 So tight.
 Will it come to pass?
 The answer came
 From the larks song each morning,
 Cheery, as if there were no tomorrow.
 Whistle in the evening,
 As if there were no yesterday,
 And I sing each day
 With faith.
 I whistle each evening
 To not let the sun go down
 On the morose, My love,
I will not let you down.
CarolineCecile - 10.12.12

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You Remain In Me

You remain in me.

Like how the stars remain in the sky,
hidden in the light of the sun
yet shining in the darkness of the twilight. 

And like a seed 
thrown on the golden autumn soil
and embraced by a blanket of snow,
you remain.
When suddenly, unexpectedly blooming 
with the first rain of spring.  

You remain in the depths of me.

While in the midst of passion and my racing heart
I see your face.
Then outside it drizzles,
but inside it rains.

And just when I thought
the slightest echo of your laughter has faded,
just when your song
stopped running in my head,
I'm awakened.

No more.

You're not with me.

Yet still. 

You remain in me.

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Autumn's Breeze

Crisp Autumn seeps through the day
Dew balances a fresh cut blade

Tangerine skies seethe God's Grace
Summer's vehment blaze...replaced

Slipping sweetness around my pillow
Cool winds dance with weeping willow

Stars twinkle down through thick dense trees
As spirits dance in fresh Autumn's breeze

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Trumpet Call

My heart is the same full of love
     My house that shelters it full of pain
But it's autumn in my life, Dove
      The hair of gray and wrinkles reign

I set the table full of food
        For the family to dine fun times
But it is autumn in my life
       When changes prepare for winter

I'm not sure I'll know winter now
        For I have not experienced it
But it's autumn in my life somehow
        Where beauty glows bright from the depths

Producing leaves of many hues
       Love the autumn of my life, Dove
Now all that's left winter's white snow
        I think that when winter comes cold

Plants freeze if left out in weather
      They will need a warmer place inside
But since it is just autumn now
       There's time to prepare room somehow

I still watch the birds from window
       They have not all gone away love
But it's autumn in my life now
        Soon most will be gone for winter

Winter soon will approach with cold
       Seemingly death of the roses
But it's autumn in my life my bold
       There are few thoughts of approaching winter

But when winter comes my way
        The body rest to rise another spring
Now it's autumn in my life this day
         On another day I'll be called by trumpet away

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My Unique Line - C R

standing the center of our own universe

          while over us, an early autumn sky, newly washed by rain

               holds a circle of the harvest moon dripping flawlessly, with amber tears....

The romantic side of me, wants the moon to be an emotional witness to such love....ahhhh!

(For P.D's contest)

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A Message from West Texas - Recited

She sent me a message while I was walking Mr. Reilly,
She said “Look up, and tell me what you see.”
I thought I would impress her with my poetical ways so I answered,
Bus zooming by…
Brown leaves on the sidewalk ahead,
And a shadowy figure that Reilly and I will soon pass,
The smell of the Indian bakery warming my insides on an autumn evening.
“I love fresh bread,” she said, “What do you hear?”
Crisp slate grey sky,
And the wind gently shaking loose more tan and brown leaves,
And cars sliding by,
Each with its unique sound of tires on asphalt,
 Creating its own steady hush.
She then messaged, “You’re very good at this,
I’m going to read that again!”
but I went on…
A few drops of cool rain,
The rain here, even when it’s pouring,
Seems to be made of a lighter liquid.
It’s not the hard thick drops of a West Texas down pour,
And it’s almost disappointing when
I don’t have the residual layer of dirt on my windshield after the rain,
They say there is thunder in the springtime,
But I suspect they don’t know what real thunder is,
Here in California.
In the West Texas springtime,
When entire sky is filled with all the mountains,
That are missing from the landscape,
You can feel the power and,
The threatening posture of the storm,
But you take up the challenge and face the lightning,
And it fills you with excitement,
And if you have a lover,
It is during these storms that your fantasies come true.
Silver flashes across your lover’s skin,
Passion filled faces caught in the strobe of lightning,
And the pounding rain beating on the windows.
The mix of cold wet air, 
And the sweaty heat of deep kisses and breath.
They don’t know what they’re missing here,
In California,
But I do,
And maybe someday I’ll have her.

Michael F. Lewis

Details | Sijo | |


Glasses raised to the harvest days when hard work comes to close Corn stalks dried and cut for kindle, pumpkins pulled from releasing vines Coldness infects the nighttime hours, nature sleeps for a reason
For Contest: October Bliss/November Dreams Date: October 7, 2014

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Tree Rape

Scarlet and golden etched,
autumn leaves reflect summer's apprehended glory
incised in deep veined images.
Released, they sigh earthward like final breaths.

Sharp pungence ripens , musty tang,
a piquant vaporous mustard milked
from forest loam's black breasts
beneath heavy kneading tread.

Sudden, determined winds attack
raping writhed skeletal remains;
stripped spring's green clad darlings.
Feigning innocence,
the gray storm fiend curtains guilt
beneath pure, snow white overlay.

August 2, 2014
Vibrant Verse 2
Charlotte Puddifoot, sponsor

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A warm day, a cool breeze,
An autumn forest, a perfect freeze.

A flying choir, a band of nature,
No one present, a pretty picture.

A graceful doe, a curious fawn,
A shallow mirror, a magestic swan.

A quiet peace, a golden sun,
In hopeful silence, I wait for you to come.

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Sunset: A Heavenly Inferno

Cool skies turned crimson with autumn colors
Clouded flames light the dusky sky ablaze
Red, yellow, orange and white melt together
Then erupt in cosmic plumes of splendor
As liquid pools of lava light flow forth
A heavenly inferno does ignite
This nightly gift spread upon horizons
Is a blessed transition from day to night

©  07-14-2012

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Springing and bounding like a lamb 
Playfully, gamboling over the ground.
Rumbles of thunder assaulting the ear
Incessant lightning, earth trembling in fear.
Nature is fickle, and inscrutably wild,
Glowing with vigor--an unruly child.

Shimmering heat waves swim and rise, 
Under the blazing, noonday skies.
Mercury rising, seeking the sky.
My vision is bleary--sweat in my eyes.
Everyone wondering, “When will it end?” 
Remembering winter--bring it again.

Autumn colors flaming bright
Under azure autumn light.
Tender hearts holding fast 
Untold feelings from the past.
Mellow, yellow, harvest moons, 
Night time bonfires, off-key tunes.

White snow blanketing fallen leaves,
Icicles forming on dripping eaves.
North wind moaning through the trees,
Temperature falling below the knees.
Eagerly waiting for robins to sing,
Readily awaiting arrival of spring.

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Autumn Captured

Sitting downstream in this delightful setting
When you close your eyes there is just no forgetting

I can still see the scene that my mind has captured
The most glorious of colours leaves me in rapture

The bluest of sky seeps through a canopy I behold
Mirrored on the stream it's dreamy blues unfold

Ancient stones sit like islands in the sun
Creating ripples of motion in downstream run

But it's the avenue of colours that delights my eyes
Season after season she always leaves her surprise

Greens mix with golds, ochres yellows, reds and browns
A spectacular collage paints this bright Autumn gown

Within weeks to a month until the last leaf falls
Then her seasons move on as Winters installed

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Sweet Secrets

Golden leaves adrift
             autumn wind blows soft kisses
                          whispers sweet secrets

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Into Autumn we Walked

We waved goodbye to the summer skies
As we walked below the last canopies of green
Our memories in awe at mother natures blooms
Appreciative as we witnessed her scene

Fading colourful spectrum's shared many a bed
Butterflies and insects buzz out another year
Yesterdays scents captured in our minds
Her beauty simply amazes, even brings a few tears

The winds through the trees whistle mournful tunes
Whilst the weakened leaves start their spiralling fall
We walk as they drift on the Autumn breeze
To watch their demise leaves an eerie enthral

The evening descends absorbing the light of the day
Giant cathedrals of brown change to an ebony black
Invisible sounds resonate amongst shadows of dark
This seasonal change shows no lack

Hand in hand we have walked through this beautiful park
Stopping and staring at the most beautiful of views
We head back home contemplating tomorrows writes
My girl and I sharing natures inspirational muse

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Fall is a brewing

Outside October perches it's little feet
upon summer's fading scenery,
replacing marigolds with mums
and swapping tiki torches
for dimly lit jack o' lanterns,
illuminating midnight
with another seasons mysterious approach

and I cannot help but wonder
if fall had a heart,
to whom would it belong
(a fallen leaf,
the moon's cycloptic eye,
or perhaps someone of human descent)

an owl gazing restlessly
at the cool, autumn sky
seems to be interrogating God
with the same, single question
who, who, who

but no one answers

Details | I do not know? | |

A Seasonal Review

There is a certain spot within my soul 
That craves an Autumn scene 
Before the Earth runs cold, 
And slippers Mother Nature 
In a wealth of bunny dust. 

A poet needs to sing of Spring, 
Once, before his book is closed; 
For all the best are lionized 
In bounded works of rambling prose. 

The fair thee wells of Summer love 
Give pause to thoughts of unplanned change, 
And roots an artist's pen to scribe 
The depth and breath of untold pain. 

For me, the orange, gold and red 
Are buffers in a life that eases 
Through the Autumn's righting days, 
And brings to you a willing heart 
That dances as the moonlight fades. 

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Golden Arbor

Turning Autumn leaves,
Fading from yellow to gold;
Brazened by the sun.

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Of Autumn Rush

          During Autumn Rush,
Squirrels chase scraps of acorns-
                    On trails to winter.

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Immersed in the sound of the low rustling wind
Memories and places they haunt yet again
Passed by so quickly as each falling leaf
Drifting and flowing on an unyielding stream
A current to carry from birth right on through
Filling our moments with cares which ensue
A mind lost in remnants of lovers and friends
Babies and children and time long since spent
Familiar, intangible, just out of reach
Longing for ghosts that my heart doth beseech
Winter is looming and summer is past
A time for remembrance the years gone so fast
Beauty is captured in my last breath of life
The sparkling colors in the warm golden light
Do mimic the glory and wonder be told
In those bright days of autumn and a life to behold

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The Tree we Grew to Love

At the bottom of our garden
Standing for many many years
Below seasonal greens and blossoms
And all of natures tears

This gem of harvesting joy
Showered crops of richness grow
For season after season
When autumn came it showed

It's fruits of life stood out
Against the nature of each day
And all who graced this marvel
Were always said to say

This tree from mother earth
Has given year after year
In rain, hail or shine
In beautiful appear

Again this year we were graced
With baskets of apple gold
But sadness cloaked our hearts
For our tree would never grow old

The first winter storm
Spewed bolts of lightning blue
Amidst the claps of thunder
Was gone the tree we knew

We were awoken in the night
By creaks of deafening cry
Looking out the window
Brought tears to our eyes

This marvel that we grew up with
Was cut down in it's prime
For nature had decided
That this was not it's time

The very next morning
Amongst the devastation
Was our tree of life
Shattered, lay her creation

Now many months have passed
On this stump we have grown to love
And recall that stormy night
And that bolt from above

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Autumn Leaves

early morning fog
wind blew through
color of fall leaves

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lessons from that summer

Evil sleeps in an orchard
not far from here.
The apples sweat him out.
Dressed as god, the Sun
watches and nods.
He bleeds for them
out of his own mouth.

A god's mask
means protection.
But in time,
he will suck them dry.

And autumn will fall.
Postures will fall.
Pulses will fall,
like pills,
like poison.

A cloud forest
signals the first 
of the shadows.

Summer is nocturnal.

A buttery Moon 
leaves the world 
warm and breathing.

The trees stir, 
the stars hiccup,
and Nighttime climbs onto the birdbath
where it tells you all its tricks.

Evil blinks from a tree
where the apple skulls
The garden combs you
through its arteries,
your midsummer grave. 

A beautiful accident
closes in on itself.

And then a light like milk.
And then the whistling.

Summer whistles in the dark:
The sound of Evil kneeling
to the imagination
undoing him. 

A deadly glow 
a romance 
on the white fences.

Nighttime draws dust 
away from your shoulders,
translates Summer sound
and says, 

You are your own harvest.

Your madness is only there
when you want it to be.

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Tamed by a Red Rose

I sat in the park
On a dark Autumn day
The rustle of leaves
Natures death bouquet
They swirled and spun
Around my park bench
What i witnessed next
Made my cold hands clench
Where the leaves dispersed
An angel appeared
Tattooed dressed in black
My life for i feared
On approach to me
My heart raced
A black angel
To me face to face
As i await my fate
She sees what i hold
There's a sadness in her
As tears start to unfold
She has spotted the red rose
I bought for my girl
As all around
The park started to swirl
Leaves flew
In sporadic directions
Tree's cried
Like hurtful infection
The sky darkened
As thunder rolled
One lightening flash
And lo and behold
As i raised my head
She was smelling the rose
Her feathers of black
In outward pose
Staring, watching
Trying to believe what I'm seeing
A black angel in the park
With a entranced human being
The clouds dispersed
Just as soon as they came
The tree's stood silent
And the leaves did the same
Her hands clasped
To her breast they close
This black angel cries
Tamed by a red rose

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River Ness Stroll in the Autumn

An autumn stroll down the river Ness
With it's sparkling water, fresh to finesse
The sun above, as the blue sky roams
Inverness is my Highland home
Mountain back drop with heathers and ferns
Greenery so lush, that makes heads turn
Wildlife in wander going about their day
Beautiful ducks on the water in plumage display
Tourists aplenty so far from home
Enjoying their holiday, as they riverfront roam
With Highland hospitality and abundant fare
On their postcards they write, in enjoyment declare
My stroll now over as i head back up river
The evening is closing as autumn delivers
The greened leaves now turning to ochres and browns
In a couple of weeks they will all drift down
I hope you have enjoyed this river Ness stroll
I feel so humbled on nature's patrol
The scenery and sounds of nature and life
Are all around and it's beautifully rife

Details | Free verse | |

Caterpillar Dreams


Sweet, moist, musky earth pervades all of my senses 
In safe darkness, beneath this leaf, my cool canopy 
I have no wants as I slumber here in contentment 
I am humbly grateful, alive with my blessings 

Rested now, I feel a need to explore this place 
Hungry to feed my belly and begin my journey 
I crawl out from my haven into the brightness 
The tree I seek is beyond this forest of grass 

My world is brilliant yellow, brown, and spring green 
I climb an etched blade, and feast on its succulence 
I chew my way down, and nourished, I aim for my oak 
My little legs scurry toward where I must rest soon. 


The sky is pink, orange and red as twilight wanes 
I am weary like the sun, slowly closing his eyes 
I begin my ascent toward a branch high above 
I labor up the scaly skin, finally to the limb 

Nestling in a crevice of this arm that holds me 
I watch the last ruby glow melt from the sky 
My day's toil leaves me exhausted yet peaceful 
Starlight’s gently sparkle a silent lullaby 

I dream I am cradled in finely spun cotton 
I dream I am nothing but pure spirit and joy 
I dream I am falling, then floating, then flying 
I dream of bright blossoms dancing in the air. 


I awaken to darkness, yet hear birds singing 
I have slumbered so long, and feel the need to stretch 
My surroundings crackle when I extend my body 
A thin, radiant beam enters, shocking my sight 

This body's strange to me; I seem to have arms 
I beat them against the sides of my enclosure 
It crunches apart like dry leaves in the autumn 
I stand on thin legs, atop a broken casket 

The air is alive with wisteria and lilac 
Upon its sweet breeze, I surrender myself 
I flutter and float as I bask in the sunshine 
I am a young orchid blossoming in the sky

Details | Rhyme | |

Auroras Of Autumn

The woods are alive, with colors of autumn
The trees give off, their special fall, brilliant glow
Trees repeatedly spaced, in place like columns
In between rows poplar, maple, dogwood grow

Colors of red, yellow, auroras of autumn
Strategically seen between the columns
Pulchritude that's visible to eye same as beau
Sees, refinement of lady dressed, aglow

Elegantly dressed for ball allure she knows
The artistry draws one and all look up go
Up to the mountain top where this view best though
Where auroras of autumn are rich aglow

Details | Alliteration | |

Autumn Air

Summer sings silent songs
Autumn air arrives Aloud! 
Careless, clumsy, cool, crisp
Lingers like a lullaby

Danielle DuVerney
Up in the Autumn Air

Details | Haiku | |

Peace of Nature

Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 

Details | Elegy | |

Autumn Leaves

I first met Autumn when I was very, very young,
she was just a shy, quiet girl, but so very bright.
These maple trees were our favorite to play among,
as our laughter faded away with the falling sunlight.

I can still see her brown sweater, and reddish-orange hair,
blowing around her smiling face, like a flickering flame.
Her innocent voice still whispers on October's cool air,
near the place, where our lonely swing remains the same.

As the summer days said goodbye, and welcomed September,
the death of my dear, young friend came all too soon.
Autumn was one of those whom you'd always remember,
her soul was as beautiful as the shining, harvest moon.

She was here, then gone, leaving words that were never spoke,
to this day, I have never understood why Autumn had to leave.
Her presence lingers on the wind, like drifting wood-smoke,
as once a year, her playful spirit arises on All Hallow's Eve.

August, 4th, 2014

Details | Concrete | |

Concrete Leaf

                                                                    IS MY 
                                                          NAME AND I LIVE 
                                                    UP IN THE TREES. I LOVE 
                                             TO TRY AND WAVE AT YOU EACH 
                                          TIME I FEEL A BREEZE. SUMMER TIME
                                     I FILL BARE BRANCHES UP WITH LEAVES OF
                                  GREEN AND WATCH AS SQUIRRELS AND BIRDS 
                                   COME BY TO FULFIL THEIR SUMMER DREAMS.
                                       WHEN THE SKYS TURN GREY AND NORTH
                                            WINDS BLOW THAT’S WHEN WE ALL
                                                BEGIN TO GLOW. WITH ORANGE,
                                                   RED’S AND GOLDS SO TRUE, 
                                                        WE EVEN GET A LITTLE
                                                            RUSTY TOO. BYE
                                                                 FOR NOW
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 

Details | Acrostic | |

October - Acrostic

O pening up my front door this morning,
C ould not believe what I saw there.
T he aroma of wood smoke was in the air.
O vernight the entire world had changed,
B ountiful beauty as far as the eye could see.
E very leaved limb shivered in the cool air.
R eminding me of all my autumns gone by.

Written for Andrea Dietrich's contest
"Skipping Six, Going Straight to Seven-Acrostics Challenge #3"

Details | Tail-rhyme | |

The witches winds are blowing

 The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear. 
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
  Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? 

What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.

 I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the  power of water itself .
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at .

 By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost . 

The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.

 There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ?

 What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
 As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, 
                                            Shanity Rain 

Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn Day

Darkened skies 
That cloaks the night, slowly fade away
And the melodic songs of birds, are heard
Heralding a bright new day
As the earth begins to feel the warmth
Of a sultry, soft sun’s heat
Morning mists envelop the ground
Like a pure white silken sheet
From beneath the shroud, rustling is heard
As small creatures leave their lairs
Scurrying around, on their hunt for food
That will be their winter fayre

Berries, nuts and soft ripe fruit
Abundant on bushes and trees
Will be harvested and stored away
To sustain through winter’s freeze

Dawn’s crisp frost begins to melt
And a tapestry of colour is seen
Of lustrous reds, orange, yellows and gold
As nature changes from summer’s green

There’s a nip in the air,
A chill in the breeze, rustling through the trees
Creating a kaleidoscope snowstorm
Of gently falling leaves

Treading majestically through the leaves
Is a magnificent, male, red deer
His melancholy, soulful, mating call
Tells that rutting time is here

It echoes to the river, where a hint of a splash 
Forms rings, as the salmon rise
And from their homes in the bank, sand martins dart 
To feast on insects and flies

While across in the meadow, profuse with blooms
Rabbits and field mice run free
As butterflies dance from flower to flower
To the drone of bumble bees

And in a patchwork landscape of fertile fields
Both sheep and cattle laze
Sleepy, from having eaten their fill
Of the lush, fecund, grass they graze

As I take a stroll through these idyllic scenes
It leaves me breathless, with no words to say
On how anything can ever, be compared
To the beauty of an autumn day.

Details | Light Poetry | |

- Symphony of November -

         November the dark month
         With dewy windows

         Looking out the window listening
         after the sound of autumn leaves

         Autumn's own music
         Traces of the autumn on the ground

         The silence of the mountains in the distance
         With a blue gray glance they send

         On this day encourages silence
         but it is irrelevant

         Dew drops glide silently down like pearls
         With closed eyes glimpsed the rainbow

         Naked body lift arms toward the sky
         Clouds darkens the sky alerts lightning and thunder

A-L  Andresen :)

Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

autumnal light

Autumnal Light. 

Softly they walk on a day in October the old man 
and sunlight amongst ageless olive trees planted
when his great grandfather was young.

On the track there is mark of hooves from flocks
of sheep that walk here daily on their way home
after grazing on the upland. 

Bits of fleece on thorny bushes, black pellets
and the pungent aroma of the wooly backed
still lingers…

He sees the old cottage the roof has fallen
in and bushes grow through its floor, but
he doesn´t stop, it was all so long ago. 

Light is fading wants to turn in, time to go
home for him too, autumn evenings are chilly,
and damp, no good for his chest.  

Details | Rhyme | |

Season's Round

Summer sunshine in her hair
The Autumn moon in her eyes
Winter’s promise buried there
Hints of Spring therein lies

The Autumn moon in her eyes
Winter’s snow upon her skin
The seeds of Spring wait to rise
To field the Summer once again

Winter’s snow upon her skin
Spring flowers to grace her face
Summer’s vow to come again
Until Autumn takes its place

Spring flowers to grace her face
Summer’s sunshine in her hair
Autumn hints leave bare a trace
That Winter’s cold will follow there

Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Lady Autumn's Ball

Lady Autumn’s Ball Here ye, Hear ye, tis time for Lady Autumn’s ball Tis the best time for late season romance Come everyone, enjoy the dance Autumn’s colors deck the halls Listen for Love’s eternal mating call Love is born from a single glance Emotions of the heart are enhanced As they two, walk down the promenade Lady Autumn is bedecked in her finest gown Colors so vivid can nowhere be found Hear Ye, Hear Ye, tis time for Lady Autumn’s ball Come, everyone, enjoy the dance Listen for love’s eternal mating call Emotions of the heart are enhanced

Details | Free verse | |

Days of Autumn

An argentine sky adorns the woodlands
In a misty shroud as only slight remnants
Of a long forgotten path remain,
Embraced by the beauty of maples and by
The scent of cool crisp air--autumn permeates.

Yet there is subtle warmth in the mélange 
Of colorful pumpkin, gold and, vermilion leaves,
In their swirling harmonic dance
As they depart the boughs of their birth
Unified in death, as in life.

©2011 Connie Marcum Wong

*For Russell Sivey’s Autumn Splendor contest

Details | Cinquain | |

Winter - Traditional Cinquain

So cold
The kiss of death
That downs the autumn leaves
To burn in crimson flames beneath
Her ice


FIRST PLACE: In Brian Strand's contest - High Fives

Details | Couplet | |

The Leaves of Life

The breath of spring gives us new hope
after a long winter is our only way to cope

Fresh leaves are so green and new
bringing forth life in another hue

Flowers, the shade, the birds and bees
all busy with life as we look to the trees

Summer songs from the wind as the trees talk
just waiting for a couple to rest after a long walk

Here and there a yellow leaf shows its locks
the autumn season is just around the block

We loose a few leaves as we watch them fly
but we gain much more with fruit for a pie

When mornings start to get a little colder 
the colors in the leaves get much bolder

As Autumn leaves fall and hide our path
winter is around to corner to show it's wrath

Edward J Ebbs - October 7, 2011

Details | Villanelle | |

Mean Time

The nights are long, the weather drear,
An eastern wind blows cold and keen –
This is the mean time of the year.

The clock’s go back and winter’s here. 
Grey skies : the sun is seldom seen,
The nights are long, the weather drear.

Season of misty atmosphere,
Forgotten days that might have been.
This is the mean time of the year

When falling leaves will disappear
To leave a stark skeletal scene.
The nights are long, the weather drear.

The weeping willow sheds a tear
And silver birch looks lank and lean –
This is the mean time of the year.

Long icicles on roofs appear
Like gnashing teeth – a monster, mean.
The nights are long, the weather drear,
This is the mean time of the year.

Details | Pastoral | |

Blending Colors

Blending Colors (Quatrain) Dripping rain of jeweled light dreaming of rainbow flowers scattered sparkle day and night throughout colored autumn hours Behold the sun’s brilliant rays large sky painting on display moonlights romantic ways lovely bright white winter days But when spring arrives on the scene flowers bloom brightly and gay all the trees and hills turned green the blue birds happy at play Gold and red leaves falling down their colors are near-divine nature wearing autumns crown like stars ever lasting shine Fiery sun setting for the day quiet evening fires are aglow clouds changing from dark to gray diamonds sparkle on the snow Erich J.Goller Copyright 9.5..2011

Details | Haiku | |

Golden Soiree'

Crisp leaves gaily dance
As red and gold parchment gowns
Swirl on Autumn winds

Inspired by Abe Lopez' contest, Haiku Seasons

Details | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home

Details | Crystalline | |


Acorns wearing cute little caps Hoarded by squirrels during cold snaps 11~17~14 Contest: Crystalline Sponsor: Rick Parise Syllable Counter Used: How many syllables - 8 , 9 ~awarded 10th place~

Details | Ode | |

Ode To A Puffball

To you plump puffball,
Squatter of the mushroom fungi. 
May your soils be rich
And your spores be many!

Moonstone child of nocturnal reverie
Pride tempts to invite fallacious vanity.
Creamy alabaster skin,
Spongy firm of flesh within.
A saucy lunar face to taunt the sun.
His nomadic gaze leaves no course for fun.
The sun edges off towards autumn skies,
Pragmatically steady; contemplatively wise.

The sun may have kissed her on a whim,
Crazed butterfly flutters; needles to pins.
Translucent skin, her conceit and crown,
Blushes from saffron hue, to Dijon brown.
Physical metamorphosis; transmutations collide,
She becomes a phase converted seasonal bride.
To celebrate this new found core,
She sends up clouds of dust, and sleepy spores.

Carpe Diem.

Details | Sapphic stanza | |

in praise of autumn

dancing icy underfoot crackle pathways
moonlight loves the feminine presence prescience
laughter singing prayerful chants of thank you
ritual nurture

Details | Blank verse | |

A Beautiful Fall Morning

Very early Fall morning…crisp and clear.
Sitting on the patio, sipping hot coffee.
Only my path to and from the bird feeders,
Rain gutters hung on the stockade fence,
Has disturbed the beautiful, glistening dew 
Blanketing a lush, green Bermuda lawn 
Awaiting the season’s final mow and a Winter sleep.
Early morning sunsmile creates a mist, a little fog,
That artists have great difficulty recreating. 
And the sprinklers are making music too….
As I filled those bird feeders, 
Only the patient cooing of white wing dove
Waiting in the surrounding trees
Could barely be heard above the sprinkler.
Feeders filled, I walked away.
The air erupted with bird song.
Our giant privets were alive with hungry sparrows,
Each announcing breakfast.  
All the locals seemed to understand.
The robins and larks, the finches and cardinals chimed in;
But only the jays’ sharp calls could be heard above the din.
What a ruckus…but so beautiful a song,
It is a ‘wall of sound’ to be envied by rockers.
Orchestrated by Mother Nature….Mrs. God.
The sprinkler's barely heard....
ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch 

Squirrels wait out of sight.
One may bark now and then, but
They’ve learned that patience pays.
It’s not just time to feed those damn birds;
It’s time to feed the greedy squirrels too;
And chow time is well worth the wait:
Sunflower seeds. Peanuts. Suet.  Dried fruit.
You can almost hear them as they gobble,
“Mmmmmm.  Man, this is the good stuff, Bro’. 
I mean the good stuff.  What a life.  
I’ll never leave…not even for a girl squirrel.”  
It’s as if they think they’ll never eat again;
Every morning.
As if we hadn’t been feeding them 
Every day of their lives…and their parents.
If we could tell them apart.
They would have names.

Well....everybody's happy.
All this and good coffee too.
What a beautiful Fall morning. 

Details | Ode | |

Changing seasons

Take a walk towards an autumn day,

stray past summers end into a fallen

red yellow and orange blend. Although

it seems we are heading into seasons

of wither, the beauty of every season is

at work. Open up let Mother nature in,

she can do truly amazing things. Realise

even winters chill can be special and

brilliant. Like softly falling snowflakes

dusting over the whole place, far and near

what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has



what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has


what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has


what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has


Details | Acrostic | |

Blow Bitter Wind

Before we were ready
Last days of summer came.
October blew in
With an abundance of rain.
Biting cold wind
Instead of warm sun
Told us Autumn was here,
Too soon it's begun.
Early mornings, now dark,
Remind us winter is nigh.
Wind blows and blows
In the grey clouded sky.
November is next, blustery and bold.
December will follow, bitter and cold.

Details | Quatrain | |

Memories On Branches

An old board and a rope had made me a swing,
Sitting there when I was around the age of nine,
I curiously looked up to see the first sign of spring,
Where a robin was building a nest of twigs entwined.

Summer's heat burned my shoulders, so I sought shade,
I climbed up into your strong arms at the age of fourteen,
Along with a book, I relaxed in a solitude no one could invade,
I found myself lost within the pages and the leaves of green.

On a lazy, autumn afternoon, at the age of twenty-three,
I raked the dead leaves that buried my feet into a pile,
Through the orange limbs my black cat peered down at me,
Then leapt from the tree to play among the leaves for awhile.

Now, as I am rapidly approaching the age of thirty-one,
Branches are encased in ice, as winter continues to unfold,
From my window, I see the cardinals and the disappearing sun,
Reminding me that life still survives in the bitter cold.

March, 7th, 2014

Gail Angel Doyle's contest - "Memories On Branches"

Details | Cinquain | |

Autumn gold

gold dust

crisp crackling charms

carpet in swishing breeze

unfurl pleasant fragrance of blooms

bright sparks.

Yesha Shah
30th Oct 2012
For: Up in the Autumn Air contest
Sponsor: Russel Sivey

Details | Shape | |

A false Questionku

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Leave the ranch in gold:            <>                               see
Are branches in their sleeves?                                            them
                                  And       /             <>                         sway,
          ---------              real-   /                                                  <>
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         ----------            grow-  /                                                  
                                   ing      /                                  <>            golden
                                   old?      /                                                         
See,  the  b r a n c h   in   autumn                                                    to
                !                                 !                                   <>           the
                Slips   in   a u t u m n   sleeves;                                      ground:
                                   !                         !                                          
                                   And the r a n c h all golden                       dyeing
                                                 !                        !                 <>   their
                                                 Sleeps on golden leaves               little
                                                                                      <><>    death?

Details | Sijo | |

November Dreams

As the year goes to sleep, all the crisp air is laden with light The wind has a way of shaping the leaf around its restless form lining each road and trail with heavy-lidded brilliance
____________ For Andrea's Contest October Bliss/November Dreams 10/10/14

Details | Ode | |

Ash Tree

The endangered Ash Tree
what can we say
we have somehow
 numbered your days
bright in the spring 
with hint of all new
in summer you shade us
and make us feel new
So wonderful in the fall
of burgundy glow
so majestic in winter
dark bark against snow
to gaze at your splendor 
to wish you to stay
look intently for it has seen it's last days

Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home

Details | Quatern | |

Autumn's Breath

Autumn's breath is swiftly blowing
Trees and branches gently bowing
Leaves of red and yellow strowing
Over streets and gardens going

Leaves are turning, tumbling, showing
Autumn's breath is swiftly blowing
Orange and golden brightly glowing
Twirling, pausing, down they're flowing

Paths and fences overgrowing
Forest, field, and town o'erflowing
Autumn's breath is swiftly blowing
Vivid shades and colours snowing

Piles and stashes steady growing
Then a sudden gust upthrowing
Still the colours banks outflowing
Autumn's breath is swiftly flowing

Details | Sonnet | |

Snail's Simple Pace

The caramel leaves seem to fall from sky
In waves, as zephyr sings through chimes and eaves
Its song that whispers a fall lullaby
As a gentle rustling wind through autumn leaves

September a time to slow down, be still
Slowly now we have less light_ more dark
A drawing to home and hearth seems our will
Beckoning to fill with bounty our hearts

Caramel sauce for those crisp apples near
The heat of summer is in distant past
None of that snow of winter yet to fear
Watering chores of summer now are past

All things for coming winter out in place
Now one can slow to a snail's simple pace

In honor of Brian Strand's contest...

Click on"About That Poem"

Details | Classicism | |

Autumn's Dream

Passion ran through their veins
They lived life with no gains

Like autumn for the mighty oak tree
Their leaves have little light to see

A lifetime of work withers below
Waiting for the next winter snow

After the passing of their season
You will see their life had a reason

Edward J. Ebbs - 10/28/11
Contest - Autumn's Dream

Details | Haiku | |

Blossom {Haiku / Tanka / Haiku }

<                                      red ~ gold ~ brown ~ and .... green
                                        rustic ~ over - tures .... whistlers 
                                        harvest .......  happiness

                                        the ~ winds ~ mighty ..... gale
                                        speaks ~ to ~ enchanted .... forest
                                        time ~ to ~ turn ~ new ...... leaf
                                        for ~ autumn ~ has ~ once .... returned
                                        and ~ you ~ must ~ all ~ come ~ on ..... down

                                       braided ~ and ..... despaired
                                       yet ~ forges ~ on ~ right ..... ahead
                                       fall ~ colours .....  blossom

Entry For Linda Marie's
Harvest Of Happiness
Haiku/Tanka/Haiku - Contest
G.L. All

Details | Classicism | |

Flight of Fall

As I lay one sullen autumn morn
on pearl dew turf with the day unborn
staring at the grey grimacing sky
with the mood and moment not quite high
sepulchral static wherever I looked
when my dreary dizzy gaze was hooked
at a lone leaf's death-descent down
to join its wilted kin on ground
then a sudden silent slithering breeze
deprived me of my warmth and ease
and the disturbed withered shroud of Fall
hustled revived in a rustling brawl
hurled and curled in the fading mist
till the whispering winds chose to desist
but Nature lies dead once again
until the wind resumes,retrieves restrain
and I know this flight of life is brief
for I'm none other than a fallen leaf.

Details | Acrostic | |


Awesome picturesque from a distance
Up and down colors so brightly seen in a glance
Thanks God for these breathtaking gifts
Underneath the piles of colorful trees
Majestically lies a carpet-like looks so lovely
Nothing compares the feelings I have in me

Dashingly walk in a beautiful day today
Always grateful for this autumn beauty
You and me will surely be happy

SEPTEMBER 16, 2012

Details | Light Poetry | |


I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...

Written By: Christina A McCullouch 

Details | Rubaiyat | |

This Sunny Morn

The joy of awakening in a wonderful place like this
As I pull back the bedroom curtains, no place I'd rather wish
Standing on the balcony of our log cabin this sunny morn
It's a joy to have been born when surrounded in this bliss

Into our day we go having had breakfast on the shore
Every time is so much better than the times we did before
Summer going into Autumn is the time that captures our eye
Greens and colours so plenty in such wonderful decor

Once again the lake reflects the azure of the bluest sky
As we recall our thoughts of moving here, now we all see why
The wildlife roams so free just as it should really be
Fish are jumping, Eagles soaring, and buzzing Dragonflies

As we head towards our evening having walked the local trails
Looking through my eyes today at such beauty that never fails
Whilst all around stares back at me, on any given day
I'm honoured to live in a place like this, for everyday I inhale

Details | Villanelle | |

Golden Yellow Trees

The blue sky peeks at me quite far away Through the warm golden yellow autumn trees They look like gold placed against the blue day This lively scene looks beautiful today The path goes straight forward where you see The blue sky peeks at me quite far away The sight is amazing, I truly say I walk the path of trees so I can be They look like gold placed against the blue day The row of trees glow with yellow this day The whole land here grows as if it’s so free The blue sky peeks at me quite far away I go down whistling and thought this way The sky with the trees sure does impress me They look like gold placed against the blue day I know the sight will stay with me I say Golden color of the trees delight me The blue sky peeks at me quite far away They look like gold placed against the blue day
Russell Sivey

Details | Sonnet | |

A Stone In The Cold - 5 Runner Up

The hunter hunted; the past comes stalking,
breath now visible, I quicken my pace,
dusk has fallen, nature is now talking,
autumn's chill causes my heart to race.

My eyes scan dense forest from left to right,
I stop, gain my footing in the thicket,
only branch and crimson leaves in my sight,
owls call out, and prey upon the cricket.

Voices seem to speak from the babbling brook,
cold stones, worn smooth, waters of countless days,
eyes are everywhere, yet nowhere I look,
something is near, I cannot get away.

Struggling, my arrow kept at the ready,
my once stealthy hand, is now unsteady.

This was my original entry for Debbie Guzzi's contest - "A Crown of Sonnets"

(This is also the first sonnet that I had ever written.)

Details | Free verse | |

Autumn gold

Autumn gold 

on TV - the weather – guy 
predicted enthusiastically

a lot of sun and a blue sky
beautiful warm late summer days 
during the upcoming autumn break

he did not know
for sure
he did not lie

the ticking on the window
sings a different song
the clouds are sharing 
nothing but rain

I have to go out
before the rain stops
into that wet world
into the cold

would it help
if I remembered
would it be different 
if I could touch
the autumn leaves
made of sunny  gold 

©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2011-12

"Just" complaining about the weather..... or??????????

Third prize winner @ Poetrysoup-conest Üp in the Air" November 2012.

Details | Pastoral | |

At Last With Fall

What beauty comes at last with Fall
When golden hour is best of all -
Where Autumn’s light set trees aglow
With shimmering shades and bright yellow,
And where each backdrop’s reddish scene
Is sprinkled with some evergreen.

It seems to be a magic sign
When colors clash against the pine,
And temperatures begin to change
While verdant hillsides rearrange.

It’s when there’s splendor by a lake,
And when there’s piles of leaves to rake;
There’re pumpkin patches plain in view,
And frost that chills each morning dew. 

What beauty comes at last with Fall
When sunflowers grow up nice and tall,
And sway in fields where asters grow
With purple heads lined in a row -  
Where butterflies swim in the air,
And dance amongst the clover there.  

There’s wonder in a mountain scene
With quilt-like colors in between
The peaks, the ranges, and the sky 
Where downy cotton clouds drift by.

There’re crisp clean chills felt in each breeze
While gently fall the sun scorched leaves;
An amber tinge to morning’s haze, 
And maple leaves glow with a blaze. 

What beauty comes at last with Fall
As God repaints His earthen ball 
With touches made with red and gold?
It is a wonder to behold.
But though I’m no authority -
I know God did this all for me. 

Details | Tanka | |


this Sunday meadow

      airbrushed in Renoir orange

welcoming Autumn

      through glide of marmalade leaves

          ...cuddling Sabbath’s peace

Contest: Andrea Dietrich's Tanka Me A Color
10 May 13

Details | Haiku | |

Winter's Blood

Nature's dust,
Caking softly white
Silver rust,
Upon globes of grapes. 
Wit' her moon powder, of
Autumn's gift:
Her purple sugar.
Aching heart!
Poison'd blue & red,
Nature's blood,
Seal'd in winter's grape.

Hide away here her endless vine,
Her infinite potion of crimson wine.

Details | Rhyme | |

A poor child's saying

In autumn the trees
were shedding their leaves

i was sitting in the light
watching the lovely sight.

i felt the moving breeze
which indeed made me please

there i was- among the rocks
my feet didn't wear any shoes nor any socks;

i looked at my clothes;all dirty and torn
this was what i had months ago worn,

i was still the same
without a name

even the autumn was same
but every time it came

it re freshened my soul and made me glad
and forget all the things that made me sad

true, most of the rich are luxuriated and pleasured in jeweled lump
but the pleasure obtained by the mesmerizing nature's beauty lies within the reach of some...

Details | Free verse | |

If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.

Details | Haiku | |

Naked, Shivering

there… solitary
on the street corner she stands
naked, shivering

Note:  Sorry, but there's no mystery here.  There is a little oak tree on the street corner (I've taken photos of her since her leaves began to change colors).  Then two days ago after a long, cold rain, all her leaves were gone!

Details | Haiku | |

October Leaf

October sunrise
Bursts of jubilant color
Lonely leaf falling

Written on August 4, 2014 for LEAF, FEATHER, SHELL or FLAKE - Poetry Contest

Details | Free verse | |

My Kentucky in autumn

My Kentucky in Fall
Peaceful country roads winding through meadows and hills,
and golden rays kiss purple asters, tall ironweed and abundant goldenrod.
Gorgeous colors are greeting me despite the warning that drought 
would hold them back this year.
Glowing yellows, warm reds and burning orange leaves are clinging
to the heavy branches, limbs swaying in the autumn breeze.
Fallen leaves dance to the music of the currents,
poison ivy vines wrap the stately maple in crimson.

Damp snapping turtles sun themselves on a rock in the creek,
while further up a blue heron is standing silently, watching the 
slow flowing water, until he is ready to strike.

Our majestic Ohio river reflects the cloudless, azure sky 
while bordered by densely covered cliffs that are 
decked in their autumn finest.
Profusely blooming red cardinal vines cling to the rocky ledges
are kissed by happily buzzing bees and bouncing butterflies.

Pumpkins, ghosts and witches decorate porches and front doors,
gray barns are brimming with hay, tobacco and corn, 
contently harboring their bounty.
Acorns, black walnuts and hickory nuts are plentiful, yet squirrels
do not seem in a hurry to bring in their winter supply.

Smiling, waving hikers are climbing the autumn scented hills 
to Tioga Falls, and Virginia Creeper vines show pleasing colors 
along the old Rail Road Bridge.
On the side of the road the lush cedars have developed 
their silver-blue berries,
and wild rose bushes are displaying their red rose hips.
Autumn has come to my Kentucky.

Details | Haiku | |

Autumn Leaves

When autumn leaves fall
    burst of colors red and gold
         drifting in the wind

    Leaves of gold and red
        wrinkled,burnt, kissed by the sun
             leaves a memory

Details | Couplet | |

When Shadows Fall

Summer is on the turn, into Autumn we now head So close this day approaches, inside many heads now dread We now view through our eyes, our windows of life What do we see now, do we absorb our awaiting strife Be like me and others and listen to peripheral sounds It's what we have come to know, it's us all around Day by day we view, the turning of life's greenery But what are we going to see after, on this future days scenery Is it intrepid anticipation, human wondering entering it's abyss We're the blind leading our blind, just what do we make of this *~* The eve of this reckoning day, in hourly wait we await Autumn has taken it's turn, are us humans in use by date This morning we have awaited, curtains drawn I view There's something different about the sunrise, sees me a through From my balcony I witness, now seeing from where I am Shape shifting no longer applies, I just don't understand In sorrow fill hungered loss, I lose life's lust for thrall From my balcony I now witness, I view when shadows fall *~* Inspired by "Touchstone's" <> "When Shadows Fall" from their album "The City Sleeps"

Details | Verse | |

Shades Of Autumn

The leaves coated the ground in a tapestry of colour,
strewn around like matting hiding all sorts beneath.
A woven carpet that blanketed the earth with hues
of Autumn colours as slowly they returned to dust.

The trees seeming ten times taller without their cladding,
reaching, stretching high branches stark and bare
Knots now clearly seen as they twist this way and that
forming complex shapes high up in the grey skies.

The ground now cooling with Summer long forgotten.
A light sprinkling of frost slowing melting in weak sunlight.
Forming icicles that adorn like sparkling jewellery all a-glitter.
And the cold North wind sweeps over the hills and Vales.

Now all turn dormant, curled up in their winter dens and drays.
Hibernating the cold stark months away, food stashed close to hand.
The temperature falls day by day and in sweeps the snow not settling yet.
As the hours pass it slowly blankets the ground in pristine white.

Winter has now arrived and claimed all as her own!

Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.


By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.


In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.


In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |


so far the days of singing rays
have come to meet their sullen end
twixt nights of joy with hidden ploy
a sweetly tone, they do offend

O gasp! the serpent true must strike
O gasp! the lustful raging psych
whose cares are lost forever long
roaring out, O hear my song!

now mute...peace...whist...still
ideas soon drain, decisions fill
a mind at pace with thoughts that spill
float soundlessly thy solstice chill

the misty seep, foreboding reap
emotions run amok like thieves
for darkly cast, a favored past
along is lain misguided leaves

-Sam Robinson

 Iambic Tetrameter

Details | Verse | |

One Autumn Day

As a shape shifter I change into a bird
and fly high above the sunlight forest.
The trees now losing their leaves show
me the patches in between what was once hidden.
Glimpses of lake and stream glittering and gleaming
and the multitude of dazzling Autumn colours,
give a sense of peace and memories of long gone Summer.


contest: One Autumn Day sponsor PD

Details | Blank verse | |

A Spanish Autumn

To the rhythm of Spanish castanets 
The tempestuous autumn wind
beat the mosaic of colorful leaves
into a twirling, swirling flamenco dance

©  Brenda V Northeast  rewrite- 24th 2012  - 26/05/08

Details | Free verse | |

Autumn's Breath

You whisper in my ear
midmorning bird songs
with that scent of mountain air
and foliage extracting its green emblem.
Switching to fields of neon;
your breath mimics the sunset sky
the feeling of kissing your newborns forehead,
so gentle and soft your entrance.
You ease your way into a majestic overlook
of pomegranate leaves,
and weak, crisp, dead skinned grass.

My delicate irises wince at
overpowering sun rays
but the heart of your existence
I open my eyes for.
I can’t miss this.
My body balanced
by your impeccable temperature,
my darling,
you look so beautiful tonight,
in my window frame,
your fire grows in the pale moonlight.

You whisper in my ear
midnight cricket hymns
so seducing in your presence
that I can’t get enough of this. 

Details | Rhyme | |


One autumn night
Lying on a bed of rainbow leaves
The stars and moon glowed bright
We kissed beneath the trees
A lover's air was in the breeze
In each other's arms held tight
One autumn night

Contest: Linda's "One Autumn Night"
Date: 9-7-14
Poet: Lyric Man

Details | Sonnet | |

Moon Is My Muse

The singing moon serenades our two eyes
Come the autumnal celestial skies
The deep orange moon a beauteous glow
As the large moon starts its evening show

Low in the sky on an autumnal night
To the eye a large memorable sight
On autumn nights many hunters can see
As the large moon sheds it lovely light free

The singing moon, hunters and the harvest
These names in autumn the moon is now blessed
To lovers the moon sends out its love song
To help guide lovers to whom they belong

An orange glow our skies it adorns
Just after sunset to the new dawn

© 10/03/2013 ~GG~
It was a contest entry but it just closed 5 seconds before I could enter lol 

Details | Verse | |

The Wind

One moment a howling
Between forest and field,
Wind’s next moment bowing
Gentle feathers it wields.
Invisible shape and distinctness of scale
Wind answers to far more than only one name,
Typhoon or Cyclone, Tempest gust, Arctic gale
Moving the clouds aloft with little acclaim.
Harbor to winds that warm the Chinook
Wafting gently across moist Zephyrs,
Stirring waves untamed by grapple or hook
Tossing boats with ease and good measure.
Sometimes gusty and pure cold
Or the heat inside twisters,
By land and sea wind is bold
Oft raising blight or blister.
Power for sails or massive windmills
Making turns in the night and by day,
Wind remains hopelessly homelessly chilled
Constant churn keeping true rest at bay.
Winds have no real home or place to be boss
Solar winds in deep space, Greek Mistral—nature’s broom.
High swirling clouds—hurricane is aloft
African Sirocco, Arabian Simoom.
Tornado winds reach, winding down from above
Crossing flat plains, massive destruction they cause.
Wind shares in the draught and quite often will shove
White caps cross the seas to no Sailor applause.
Wind is a whisper between lovers and friends
Or violent blasts causing many to flee.
Wind may be broken to laughter—it depends,
Or angrily redressed many would agree.
Wind is enormous power and great force
Around every day for our unique use,
Invisible—merely harnessed by Norse,
Wind will forever remain on the loose.

© 2014, Michael Wegman

Details | Couplet | |

Autumn Air

Autumn Air

Dry and cool all in one
Morning freshness, felt like none

Gives me a boost, ready for the day
The autumn air, come out and play

So here I go, take me away
Take it all in before you stray

Written by:  Debra Falgout
Up in the Autumn Air Contest
       by: Russell Sivey
October 16, 2012

Details | Acrostic | |


Listen to the wind inviting
Each leaf on the tree to dance
And spin, as though in a
Vortex, or to drift alone,
Enjoying its freedom, and then to
Sleep with its siblings on the ground.

4th September, for Francine’s Autumn Acrostic contest

Details | Verse | |


chill arrives
twirling like white spine,
with each puff
stringed leaves coil
on embroidered trellises--
trimmed by russet tips

while moon hides,
gale spills fragrant mint
and bright dew,
touching skin
of buds charmed ,as autumn wind
encircles a dance

through waft's chimes
petals tip ballet
down wet lanes,
flaunting  hues
dyed in fall’s velvet doilies--
casting season's spell!

* new form:shadorma---3-5-3-3-7-5

For Russel Sivey's Up the Autumn Air
by nette onclaud
22 oct 12

Details | Haiku | |

---an autumn morning

an autumn morning
while walking in the rain
soup cooking

Details | Light Poetry | |

A Leaf Waltzed

A Leaf Danced Lightly
Towards The Ground

It Waltzed Around
& Round & Round

When The Wisp-Song Stopped
Its Woodwind Sounds

The Full-Blown Leaf
Floated Finally Down

& She Changed Her Gown
From Green To Brown

            Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/12/2013 
             by:  MoonBee Canady

Details | Sedoka | |

November Dreams

Hydrangea’s lay pruned 
Nude branches reach longingly 
Squirrels scrambling one last time 

North winds have spoken 
Secrets nature understands
Her warm quilt is on the way

For Andrea Dietrich’s Contest 
October Bliss or November Dreams 

Details | Rhyme | |

Four Seasons

                                        "Awesome beauties of fall never deface,
                                            autumnal pictures of natural grace.

                                                Scarlet, yellow, russet and brown,
                                                leaves of various colors all around.

                                                   Summer rightfully fairs one well,
                                          as sweetly as spring graces with its smells.

                                                Beauty faces of autumn never fail,
                                            as a summer growth graces just as well, 
                                               leaving winter splendors, all to quell."


Details | I do not know? | |

TINY SEED OF LOVE :- Loop poem

With tender hand It was PLANTED
PLANTED from the the seed that FELL
FELL from the end of one LIFE
LIFE that will start again.

The tiny seed of love was SOWN
SOWN with  tender loving CARE
CARE for, nurtureand watch it GROW
GROW into a strong healthy bloom.

A bloom of colourful PETALS
PETALS that will wilt and FALL
FALL to just a few MEMORIES
MEMORIES fade, as Autumn calls.

Details | Rhyme | |

A Lake of Autumn Solitude

Beneath the autumn trees I lie
The leaves drift down around my head
I'll hear the sound of wild geese fly
And dream,  I will,  upon my bed
As the golden sun of summer fades
And the leaves are turning scarlet red
The world becomes a bright cascade
With Persian rugs of leaves to spread

The pond is edged with twigs, and sodden leaves
The odors of the earth, green moss and peat
The roots of quiet trees and rotting logs
The crumbling bank where cattails wash their feet
Where tiny minnows dart with lightning speed
Among the roots where wild ducks come to feed
The very core and essence of the earth
Born of melted snow, and sleet and rain
Of birds who roost amid the tree tops high
And breathe the wholesome fragrance of the sky

Trees that sway and swoon along the bank
Shedding leaves of amber, rust and gold
Like ashes left from burning autumn dreams
To listen, standing guard on either flank
O'er twig and stone, with watchful eyes so keen
While shading coves where angler poles have been
Across it's face, a restless ripple seen
Where tangled grass and weeping willows lean
Upon the shores where struggles soon will cease
This place to spend in nature's splendid peace


Details | Pantoum | |

Summer's Ending

6 stanzas...four lines each...

Summer paused on the path to pleasures of autumn dreams.
Alas! Summer's picture perfect days were soon to end.
Dare she stretch to steal through autumn's open door...
She turned, laughed and wrapped around rose hedges.

Alas! Summer's picture perfect days were soon to end.
Nature would close the curtain on her whimsical days.
She turned, laughed and wrapped around rose hedges
Butterflies chasing sunbeams sang duets, that soared.

Nature would close the curtain on her whimsical days. 
Summer ran to stretch in sun ablaze on rainbow-ribbons.
Butterflies chasing sunbeams, sang duets, that soared.
Pouring rains, storms, nature teased while she mused.

Summer ran to stretch in sun ablaze on rainbow-ribbons.
Wild, carefree, night, day, summer flaunted her dazzle.
Pouring rains, storms, nature teased while she mused.
People, chased summer fun, voices lit in expectation.

Wild, carefree, night,day, summer flaunted her dazzle.
Her endless path through stream and gardens glowed.
People, chased summer fun, voices lit in expectation.
Summer basked in her days filled with countless joy.

Her endless path through stream and gardens glowed.
Summer paused on the path to pleasures of autumn dreams.
The world took her picture to store as treasures for eternity.
Dare she stretch to steal through autumn's open door...

Details | I do not know? | |

Season In Reflection

Chase not what was autumn time,
Its vibrant colors that had once adorned.
Now fades away as the winter mourns.
But to savour thoughts like a fine old wine.

Across valley deep over moors and hill,
The Norse wind on his steed doth roar.
Through nook and cranny and frame of door,
With breath of ice like steel.

Ice maid for you enchant us so,
As you lay your cloak of winter down.
Across sleepy hamlets and the bustling towns,
Vestige remnants of the year now go.

© N Windle 2009

Details | Imagism | |

The Snows of Winter

The snow silently cloaked the land
falling slowly but insistently
creating large drifts against the walls
bigger and bigger get the flakes

A world of white where ever you look
gnashed here and there by trees
sticking up their bare branches
which are now also snow laden

Sheep struggle through the drifts
helped by the shepherd and dogs
fast as a flash the collies mark
until the shepherd digs them out

Still relentlessly the snow falls
roads and trails disappear from sight
I look out over the white landscape
and feel as if I am in the clouds

Details | Free verse | |

Crisp Autumn Day

A September chill pierces the morning
cutting through my open window.
Sharp air nips past naked ankles
as Autumn nibbles into my day.

Wasps sift September with regret
buzzing the fading scent of roses.
Tart apples sweep mellow branches
savouring a wind sweetened rain.

Chestnut burrs bristle spiny green
pregnant with mahogany clusters.
Crumpled leaves huddle in garden corners
crunching crooked for warmth.

MMC © 2011

Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Dancing Leaves

Golden leaves are dancing in the street, happily, for autumn skies don't show that soon, by evening glow, shall be first snow, yet they shall meet decease with glee replete! Merrily they frolic to-and-fro. How do leaves dance so without two feet? Oh, if like the leaves we each could greet our days with zest, death never to foreknow. For Carol Brown's Contest: Leaves, Leaves, Leaves

Details | Rhyme | |

Daydreams of Snow

As I’m pushed away by summer’s breeze
Flakes of white fall upon my brow
I wish for the earth beneath to freeze
To shield me from how days are now

These months have been so long and cruel
I’m ever so blind while the sun reigns
Therefore, I’ll dream of winter’s cool
To take away my summer pains

Details | Couplet | |

Autumn's Air

Autumn I love you color and splendor 
Plump sweet grapes filling me with ardor

A patchwork quilt......velvet soft leafs
For you I wear my heart on my sleeve 

A wisp of cool breath blows upon my face
A balmy soft touch of your calm and grace

Brides last chance of an outdoor wedding
Flowers bow heads giving up their bedding

Photographs taken a memorable moment
Dressed in an exquisite multi-color garment

Written by: Joy Wellington
October 14 2012
For Russell Sivel's contest - Up In The Autumn Air

Details | Haiku | |

Decaying Gown

In decaying fall, They, deadened colours abound Leaves granted leave, gown .

Details | Tanka | |

Changing Face Autumn

The deepest cut those
striking at one’s very heart
verdant to golden
transformation of nature,
another’s death for a life

© Harry J Horsman 2013   

Details | Personification | |

Two Merry Leaves

They danced and they turned and they tumbled
In wind, how it sighed and it grumbled
With force, how it howled in its fury
But still they bore no trace of worry

In cool autumn winds they cavorted
My foot! How they laughed and they sported
They flew through the air just like pheasants
Till set in my excellent presence

“Red Leaf,” quoth I unto the leader
“To fly, there is nothing more neater
But weren’t you the least bit affrighted
As thus from the breeze you alighted?”

“Dear sir,” quoth the leaf as he flitted
“To fear, for a leaf ain’t permitted
We’re taught from a bud in the cradle
That even a crash isn’t fatal.”

“I say,” quoth I unto the yellow
“You seem to be such a neat fellow
I wonder how likes you this sporting
Or if you a damsel are courting?”

Quoth he, “All this sporting is splendid
The days of my courting are ended
My lover has flown to the northward
While I am constrained to fly southward.”

Before one more word could be spoken
The peace of that moment was broken
Away flew those leaves o’er the treeses
Borne by the chill autumn breezes

October 25, 2012.
For the contest, Up in the Autumn Air. Second place.

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When the final Autumn leaf spirals to the ground,
and a warm Chinook breeze is no longer found.
Bears retreat to their seasonal slumber,
as snowflakes approach in abundant numbers.
Mother Nature steps down from her post.
As old man Winter prepares as new host.
A starving North wind arrives in his horseless carriage,
preparing to join hearts with the Earth in marriage.
Thus for many eve's they shall bind in wedlock.
Till Spring rises from the shadows to create a new flock.

Details | Free verse | |

The Last Oak Leaf

My heart goes out to the last Oak leaf
The one that clings until the early spring
When the buds swell giving a nudge
The last leaf that falls onto the earth 

The new bud full of vitality__youth comes forth
To experience life_spring green_then summer's depth
Fall comes to it bringing the color of autumn russet
The cycle has nearly gone full circle__winter slowly moves in the last leaf falls

Details | Rhyme | |

Rain After Drought

It begins as patters of tiny feet                     ,                      ,
On leaf and roof and pane
What a lovely sound, with scent so sweet
The welcome autumn rain

Silver webs of watered light                           ,
Upon the window glass
Crystal droplets clinging tight
To each blade of emerald grass                  ,

At last it comes rushing!
Ending a summer's curse               ,        ,
Raindrops are gushing
Over a drought stricken earth

Seeds shine of silver
With a forgotten intention                         ,
Planting each sliver
With sweet music sensation

The drizzled words that sputter
Rushing down a drain spout
Filling all the gutters 
With a farewell song of drought

Cool on my fingers, 
Running down my wrist
Lifting up my spirts
With a blessed autumn gift

'           '                  '              '

For Francine's Contest: Flowing Water
By Carrie Richards 9/26/11

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Turning Leaves

dissolving summers yield a muted sheen
and drawn-out shadows over meadows sprawl;
like dappled sunlight, golden peppered green,
the newly turning leaves sketch hints of fall,
in subtle hues at first, to softly blend
and blur the edge of treasured memories
with paths uncharted, yet to comprehend,
still ruffled by the scent of last night’s breeze.
An autumn palette, growing ever deep,
brings ochre, reds and russets from the past,
a richly coloured crop of times to reap
and weave a tapestry to ever last.

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Colours of Autumn

~}{~ A soft breeze blows Just enough to feel it upon your face A brand new season has just begun A season full of colours.. The sky crystal blue Lush green grass sparkles in the morning dew Crisp falling leaves ablaze earthy sienna and browns Deep red and ochre so ambrosial Blanket the ground in amber and russet shades Leaving trees naked to the cool winds.. ~}{~ By Tracie x For Autumn Splendor Poetry Contest

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Summers end

Summers end

It’s here at last
There’s just two days to go
The summer days are fading fast
With all the sun’s fierce glow

The rains we hope will be here soon
We haven’t had rain for months
The heat is getting people down
It’s giving them the grumps.

It will be nice to see green grass
As the rain begins to fall
And burnt shrubs their full strength regain
As the weather grows more, cool

I really love the summer season
But I’m so glad when it’s gone
If only for one single reason
That heat goes on and on!!!

10 Septemnber2013 @1535hrs.

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The babbling brook

clearest water flows gently
along and over my naked feet
the touch of its  almost tacit sound 
deafening beauty for a  calming mind
thousands of tiny goosebumps 
showing the numerous  surprising shivers  
trying  to make sense  

the softest sofa  of fresh leaves and little twigs
spread a narcotic palette of autumn perfumes
coloring the signals of my soul

a generous friendly fire of chestnuts and acorns
compose a  beat and feel  of rhythm of the forests
tapping on my shoulder and head
changing every breath that I take
while softly knocking
at future’s door

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Leaves on the Roof

The leaves, how they cover the ground today They have gorgeous orange and brown colors Look from my window, on the roof they lay They lay lovely on the roof that pampers It surely adds a home for them to sit They gather in some places in high numbers I see leaves floating down into the pit No fire burns yet inside its cold confines Through the window a cool breeze blows a bit Trees are shedding, hope to one day refine From my open window it looks so warm I can see the brilliance something divine The leaves on the roof will never find harm The feel of this time of year is quite calm
Russell Sivey

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Ride The Wind

Written February 24, 2012

One too many times
Our love has been unkind
To the rigors and chills of the snow
The streets they meet
Intersecting the heat
But the cold will blow without heed

To rekindle the flame
Must sound quite insane
But it's all I have left in this world
Yet to feed from the hand
Of another's demands
Could lead to the start of the fall

Ride the wind
Wherever it goes
Don't ask it questions
You don't want to know
The wind will carry you home

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October Bliss

Cooling temperatures cause the leaves to turn colors,
But the temperatures climb again during Indian Summer.
Multi-colored leaves are the last fanfare before winter.

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Cherry Blossoms Jamboree

Cherry blossoms bloom; the townspeople sing, laugh, dance: hope springs eternal.

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a bonfire smokes

a bonfire smokes - -
a tiny hedgehog wakes
and scuttles out

Jack Horne for Russell’s Autumn Splendour contest, 26th August

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Cool crisp colorful
The next cycle to begin
A refreshing sight.

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Autumn Colours

My eyes are graced with you each year
When fall unfolds her colours rare.
Shades of red, orange burning clear
My eyes are graced with you each year.

Laced with gold you seem now so clear
All dancing in the autumn air.
My eyes are graced with you each year
When fall unfolds her colours rare.

Brenda Meier-Hans

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Of Transient Nature Ode To Fall

Fall is: Dragonflies, empty nests Pumpkin pies, shedding trees Brown meadows, Monarch butterflies Crisped carpets of Autumn leaves It’s a frosty feel of finality That all good things must end That things must die Is simply reality Tis not a question of if, but when It’s a harbinger of things to come As well a reminder of times gone by A pregnant pause to ponder, muse and wonder Where we are and who we are…and Why It’s a time of transient Nature Replete with changes everywhere Absent name and nomenclature. As familiar tho’ (as we all know) …As smoke draped pon’ the air… And that ‘s what makes Autumn great

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Before Dawn

Before dawn's light breaks Defined stars twinkle bright Orion's belt glows Smaller more distant stars clear Millions seen, millions unseen Compelling are they Drawing inviting come out Cool crisp autumn air Wonderful starry night sky So thankful for the vision
Written by:Sara Kendrick Contest: Up In The Autumn Air Sponsor:Russell Sivey Penned: October 16, 2012 Just using Tanka form Probably not correct usage

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October Acrostic

October ochre sage writhes betwixt winter’s loom and the summers gone     astray
Chartreuse spilling out of season’s way to darker afternoons bewitched by greys
Tainted tinge of hints upon newly painted trees and then plumes are plucked and fade away
Ocarina songs of birds once heard in winds becomes ossia as only silence plays
Brood does the bitter frost to traverse across the earth to lay
Evening into stronger shadow, where the lunar clutches hallow skies to longer stay
Reigns the fall in crowns of pumpkins and Indian corn, until the snowflake flood rains upon autumn parades

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Amidst a Forest of Green

Amidst a forest of green
Alone a stone cottage stands
In a setting so serene
Surrounded by natures grand

Majestic pillars grow skywards
Firs, elms and oaks 
Amidst this forest of green
The beauty of it soaks

The seasons control its carpets
Amidst this forest of green
In winter with coverings of snow
Springing buds claim the scene

The plants explode into life
Allowing summers colours to show
Amidst this forest of green
Petals in rainbow flow

The mourning of autumn follows
Golden browns show what was once serene
The cycle of natures seasons flow
Amidst this forest of green

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Tragic Feather

Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy
No longer freedom gay or certian loft
How is this thy new translation
From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped

Were thou thus, shunned, cast away 
Or merely, cut out or off
As limb from downward spiral angel
Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk

Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft
But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee
Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again
What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze

Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys 
Catching Weeping Willows damning drops
Adrift as the drowning lily dying
In seas of the myriad scattered rots

An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white
And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight
Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost
Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then...
                                   the more of naked souless crops

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Dine Upon Autumn Sensations

splendid colors brew warm potions that soothe the soul spiced fall concoction orange marmalade leaves taste sweet upon thy palate fresh autumn dessert crisp cool breezes blow shaking loose red and gold bells color symphonies © 08-15-2012

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Effulgent sun proffers love 

Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

The moon unravels wonders

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Surreal Nature

First frost has come overnight, and the quaking aspens have blanketed the hills with brilliant splashes of amber.  Even the ruts in the driveway, are beautifully trimmed in rime, glistening in the touch of sunlight that has just now fondled the horizon.  Finn,..our golden lab, struggles to get up on his feet this morning, to be let out.  He limps a bit stiffly, then hesitates, reluctant to step out into a chilly dawn.  It's the first time I have noticed how rudely is a gray veil clouding those wise, brown eyes.  Finally, he ventures outside, walking gingerly, under a sky, jaggedly streaked with purple. The morning air is persuading the cold breath of winter soon to follow.   Mourning doves are slowly disappearing, although two familiar stragglers, like old friends, are sitting high upon the shed roof, watching the leaves tumble like golden gems to the earth....and keeping watch, like soldiers, at their post.  And Finn forgets his discomfort, for just one moment, and runs for a closer look.  He jumps, barks, and they fly off into the sunrise. There is an odd feeling in today's somber light, which seems to turn the page of another season.   

a tail thumps the door
as I reach for the leash...
we wait for the sun

For Contest Sponsored By Broken Wings 9/20/13

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Lonely Autumn leaf,
Descendants blown through the years:
Calico landscape.

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An Autumn Day

fall time again, its here to savor crunch and crackle of its crispy flavor autumn flares its vibrant bright hues nature garners its resplendent dues boughs bent with luscious looms lavishing carpet of gorgeous gold garnishing dazzling as a diva rich-ripe in her prime My autumn day adorns seasons of all time! Yesha Shah 3/9/2012

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cold breeze
blows the autumn leaves--
ripples in a pond

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One Autumn Day

I see her standing there on the bluff, high above the restless waters.
Arms spread wide, she looks like she's hugging the sky.
She lifts her head closing her eyes to smell the fresh autumn air.
As the cool winds coming off Lake Superior toss her hair wildly,
Colored leaves dance around this young girl’s scarce presence
And she is somewhere in a magical world of this awesome place.
I see her clearly now as I close my eyes remembering, one autumn day.

Written By Brenda Meier-Hans
For Contest: One Autumn Day
Poet Destroyer

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A Second Spring

The dew indiscriminately wept for all things living and dead on this early autumn morning. Its cold droplets caressed the leaves while lingering sap-starved leaf stems clung precariously above and each dying leaf shed teardrops for and onto their fallen kind. One by one they released their hold falling silently, gracefully in their final unique fashion: Some swayed. Others pirouetted; and many more, somersaulting into their final resting place. Sunbeams from an October star spilt rippling puddles of warm light on their multicolored remains amid the vibrant wildflowers. Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. Albert Camus

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September frost

killing frost descends
deadly white crystal blanket
basil plant shivers

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Autumn Daunting Goes

Who waves the flaming brand? I really think I know.
Arrayed with fiery arms, He puts on quite a show.
The artist of autumn, in a dazzling display
Of sweet gums, and red maples—takes our breath away.

Summer fades to fall, trees give up their green,
Transformed by master design, red, yellow, serene.
Peacocks fluff their feathers; mocking birds busily sing,
Formidable autumn is a daunting thing.

Chlorophyll gives way to radient carotene hues,
Bright with fall wardrobe, wearing color clues.
Clap your hands O beauty, sing into the wind.
Share boundless blessings, blushed in scarlet blend.
Heaven shouts approval; people show amaze,
At your brilliant garments, displaying coats ablaze.
Leaves parade golden in fall’s nippy breeze.
We are highly joyful—God does things like these!

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Unzipping My Sleeping Bag

The morning sun had not yet cut the forest
into shadow and light, and the gray mist of the coming
day fell from the autumn sky.
The creeping fog added its damp prospective  
to the Trees. Their visually poetic patterns 
were etched in red and yellowed  leaves
on muted branches of greys and browns.

Ever Greens dotted the hillside as if 
Punctuating the view with quotation marks,
periods, and commas, allowing nature to
write her commentaries in a breath taking language of color.

My mind captured by the fallen leaves, cascaded down the mosaic 
of a hillside to the forest floor. It was released by
a small flock of birds that landed in the trees near the lake.
Their fluttering black wings slapped and echoed. 

Chaotic chirping bounced with them in a morning mêlée 
of song and dance. The occasional red tipped wing
flickered through the hopscotched patterns 
of sight and sounds.

Welcomed by the stark morning, and in spite 
of the contrast the frolicking cacophony
brought to the once quiet serene surroundings, 
My sleeping bag half unzipped I stopped…

the since of oneness made me sigh in completeness.

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Fall Opens the Door

Fall Opens the Door  (Haiku)

morning sun dapples
trees in a  polka-dot dress
shines soft green and light

chill hint of autumn
smells of summer, loam, and pause
visions of winter

sap returns from leaves
to store deep in the tree heart
yellow, red, orange, burnt

Trisha Sugarek from
The World of Haiku

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Autumn Blessings - Blessed Heart

Feel chill in the******air everywhere Fall is wonderful******and you can have fun Cause in so many ways is different from The other three seasons and there's just none Like fall you can see the trees changing Colours as they show beautiful hues Sometimes you can smell cinnamon Which lingers in the air with Pumpkin pie in the mix Children have fun Play with leaves That covers Ground. Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 10.5.2014

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Decidious Leaves

 UNSUPPORTED CODE The xylem saps are heading south
like the majestic autumn sun,
deep down into their woody roots.
Soon deciduous leaves will die
and their exquisite lingering
dissolutions will manifest
tinctured, ephemeral beauty:
crimsons, oranges, yellows and greens
and all the subtle hues in between.
A sweet, earthy scent saturates
the cool, autumnal air we breathe.
Then one by one each leaf succumbs
to a gentle rain or zephyr
descending silently to earth. UNSUPPORTED CODE 

Details | Tanka | |


golden amber leaves
adorn the tallest trees now
an early sneak peek
of what is to come so soon
when all the others will blush

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Early Autumn

The calendar foretells summer but the trees, fauna and I know that Autumn is now upon us in spite of the Gregorian. Deciduous trees are shedding their kaleidoscopic, colored dead on the earthen ground below; and decaying scents fill the air, nostrils, the mind with reverie of indelible yesteryears. Squirrels burying recent finds, cheerleading and football practice Unmistakable, autumnal, recurring signs of its presence.

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Barren Scene Seen

Barren branches show Invisible camouflage Leafless season seen .

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Cherry Blossoms Bee

Cherry blossoms call, beckon nature's majesty-- and the humble bee.

Details | Sijo | |


Towns alive with football games, festive parades and county fairs
while nature dresses for sleep in her nightgown of earthen hues.
Festivals hushing at the end as she beds down....Grand is Fall.

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Luna Yearns

The wait had been long…
Now the world is sound asleep
Her journey begins...
To glimpse her dazzling beauty-
Yearning stirs as desire grows

On this autumn night
Luna wraps herself in clouds
Sails the galaxy
And descends to Crystal Lake...
A phenomenon passing

Note:  Moonlight Dreams Contest by Tracie
Ist Place

Details | Quintain (English) | |

A Single Tear

~~ In the mist of memory comes a single tear I lingered weary and longing It was in the Autumn of the year The leaves were red and falling At your grave I stood crying ___________________________ Written, 2012 Quintain Submitted to the contest, Poems of Reality(old) 2nd place

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Autumn's Beauty

foliage display--
green turns to brilliant yellow
as autumn breeze blows

babies born
named Russel and Roux as the fall--
red maples bloom

shedding of leaves--
as leave pigments reflect sunlight
bright colors produced

Contest:"Autumn`s Beauty " sponsored by Gail Doyle

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Every autumn in the Chaos Mountains
the wind blows through the tall grass
& the rain stalls, fitful in its sublimity.
It is not a season for speaking. Only for listening.
Out there, somewhere beyond the horizon
a silence that is not silence, calls,
& men enter the duck blind, and wait,
huddled with their cartridges & ambiguities,
disguised to themselves as hunters,
re-inventing themselves with rifle eyes
fixed on some vanishing point beyond the language
of rivers & trees, turned away from
the here & now - a tempting non-existence
accompanied by hope, which may be nothing more
than the promise of a big dinner with
lots of stuffing and gravy and no questions.

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is leaving
soon autumn leaves
change colour vividly
then fall

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Autumn Leaves Fall

As the autumn leaves fall
Under trees no longer green
The wind places them in a collage.
Upon the lawn, a mural seen.
Moving softly on the wind,
Neatly floating to the ground
Leaves in coloured layers lie
Everywhere, beneath and around.
As the autumn leaves fall,
Vibrantly coloured in red and gold,
Entirely covering the ground that was
Such a few days ago, green and bold.
Falling leaves on the wind
Arriving at our feet to lie,
Lift our spirits up and yet
Lay them low again that summer's gone by.

* an example ( though a poor one) for my current contest

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One Autumn Night

Evenings have become colder as autumn leaves change and become much bolder.
Summer songs are fainter as leaves fall and the trees are yet another year older.

Leaves carpet a moonlit path with hues of many colors as we continue our walk.
Without leaves the trees will once again become silent and won’t be able talk.

Once majestic and proud the leaves look up at where they once stood are withering below.
There's sadness that passion ran through their veins and now they wait for a winter snow.

Even so we will remember their season for the trees and each leaf in life has a reason.

Edward J Ebbs - 09/06/2014
Written for: One Autumn Night (in just 7 lines) - Poetry Contest

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wind touching orange leaves

~ wind touching orange leaves - trickling through the fig tree autumn rain ~ ____________________________ Kigo - autumn rain / fig tree 5/7/3

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Those dancing leaves

The chill of early autumn casts
A kaleidoscope of color upon
A plethora of dangling leaves
As they shimmy and shake about

Mother Nature’s frosty breath
Hastens their departure from their lofty heights
The brassy winds of autumn will  be here soon 
Bursting forth with an exuberant breathy gusto
Prompting the leaves to whirl and spin around
Dancing merrily along the ground

Reminds this creaky old observer
Of a gleeful group of school  girls
Swirling in their colorful gowns
Happily frolicking and jumping about
Joyfully doing their happy dance

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in the autumn cold
while all the pinks are drooping
three white roses thrive

may i present
a straw filled bushel basket
with napping kitten

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The White Pumpkin

Thank you, Ma’am, for the pumpkin.
I am not distressed in the least.
Though it’s not of my preference,
It’ll suffice for a Halloween feast.

Mother Nature could have mixed up her seeds.
That could explain why the color is bland.
One might think Jack Frost didn’t finish his work,
Or, Autumn is making a political stand.

I am so glad you came with this pumpkin.
Come on in Ma’am, and stay for awhile.
No, I don’t mind it isn’t bright orange,
Though it isn’t the most popular style.

Please, have a seat as good company should,
And quit the uncertainties filling your mind.
Don’t doubt my plan for sweet pumpkin pie,
As giving me this ugly, white pumpkin was kind.

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Autumns rich mellow flavoured air
Unmasked,  the trees are now bare.

Seldom do we hear the birds sing
When the Autumn leaves are falling.

Smoke trails from the burning leaves
Carried on the light cool breeze.

The scent of spiced apple days
In the suns golden haze.

The Pine towering heavenly high
Dropping fragrances on passers by.

Smell the crisp refreshing air
Wind is blowing everywhere.

The leaves they scatter without sound
Gently cascading to the ground..

Hazel Connelly  23/10/12
Up In The Autumn Air 
Russell Sivey's contest

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Autumn In The Wood

I will enter the quiet wood, 
On the rustling leaves I will dance, 
I will watch the Godhood, 
I will prance to the autumn’s romance. 

I will wear a colorful dress, 
I will mix up myself with the leaves, 
I will hear what wind says, 
I will feel the tender breeze. 

I will see a birch in gilding, 
A maple in its nice crimson, 
A spiders beautiful sewing 
Created with Gods benison. 

The Sun will play with the dewdrops, 
The leaves will dance rock and roll. 
Feeling desirable aromas of hops 
The autumn will be a droll. 

I will be fascinated by the autumn’s beauty 
Where only peace and harmony are on duty. 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

For Russell Sivey contest "Up in the Autumn Air"


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last performance

double reverse pike
red flash twisting in free fall
autumn leaves last dance

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Autumn is here

Vacation time is here, time to smell the beautiful wonderful trees
River birch, red oak , silver maple and even fresh plain oak.
Lobed leaves and acorns all over the place.  
I'm packing my things and getting ready to leave.
Take this alsome ride on the never ending road
To a cabin deep in the woods, were only sounds

Sounds of nature surround me, owl at night, putting me to sleep
Delicious apples, fresh cider with honey, I can taste it on my lips
For my season of mist, oh yes, I have missed, as I send you a kiss
Mellow fruitfulness nights, by the fireplace, when temperature drops
Reading a book, drinking red wine, relaxing my mind

Summer has passed, winter is near, but autumn is here
Season between seasons, as autumn leaves fall to the ground
Giving life the beauty it offers, the love many don't see
You see, I walk with the leaves, I jump in the piles, and I smile
I look in the sky, lift my hands in the air, and I dance
I dance to the sounds,of hawks, robins , streams and leaves

Letting my nose smell, the beauty in nature, and what it gives
Has I have to end this poem, oh sweet poem
So I can continue to dream
Dream about my autumn dream, has I lay my head, on autumn leaves

Details | Tanka | |

October Morn Rising

like a spotted fawn
digging with a tender hoof
in the drifting leaves
morning paints an autumn song
smiles upon the vivid mists

Details | Rhyme | |

Very Good Day

The thunderstorm washed away last night
Everything bad on earth
The rain took all the chalk away
So today, is a very good day

The trees are green though it's October
And the sun is shining so clearly
The gentle wind makes the tall trees sway
Yes today is a very good day

I smile when I step out of artificial light
Into the warmth of the autumn sun
I'm begging the peaceful feeling, "stay-
'cause today is a very good day"

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This Autumn Day - a constanza

The chilly north winds now abound
as Summer says her last goodbye
and takes  leave with a quiet sigh.

Whistling through trees,  melodic sound.
Canadian geese shape vee form,
 headed south to try to stay warm.

As Autumn leaves fall to the ground
swirling, twirling in a slow dance.
To show off, this is now their chance.

Red and gold blanket, 'neath trees found.
 Coloured array covers the green,
Summer's blossoms  no longer seen.

Raked into a colourful mound
for children  to jump in and play.
 Enjoy to the fullest this day.

The chilly north winds now abound,
Whistling through trees,  melodic sound.
As Autumn leaves fall to the ground,
red and gold blanket, 'neath trees found, 
raked into a colouful mound.

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Sweater Weather

Leaves swirl through the air
Leaving naked limbs swaying
Soft sweater around me

Written on July 23, 2014
©2014 by Regina Riddle

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fall colours

Carpet of crisp dry leaves
New colors nature conceives
Misty ,hazy ,chilly autumn air
Fall colors in full flair
Trees seemingly on fire
Nature seems stringing musical lyre
Rustling bustling autumn wind
All the foliage gradually thinned
Winged leaves flying in the air
Naked  branches so bare
Luring fall colours everywhere
A colorful degenerating atmosphere

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Rakes and Flames

As the dawn expells its authoritive cast; they awake, but are abandoned. They
turn--but their friend the sun ignores  and they understand.   They commune
their relationship and part with their memories;   and sigh.

They say their good-byes in a tone of fullfilment, but aface their anxieties
toward the skies for hope; but are denied. A clouded sky brings a chill in the 
air and a rustling of rakes and flames. 

Old as hell, written in HS for publication, circa 1971 by me. When I was young in the 60's in Ohio, we burned leaves in our backyard; sometimes our household trash too. You had to be me to be there GV. Count me in as last place. Take care.  

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Time to Leave

    birds flying over head in formation

        i feel their longing to leave

            come Spring they will return...

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Autumn's Magic

On a day filled with autumn sunshine With colours so vividly displayed Painting a rich picture in texture and colour Stately pines, towering cliffs, a palisade Mother Nature's proudest achievements Unmatched by any of man's canvas Colours so rich, with so varied a palette A picture of serenity so infectious Absolute beauty that lasts only a short while But returns same time every year This ravishing beauty, nature's crowning glory The sight can bring one to tears People have called it autumn's magic That time of the year when we gasp At the vistas of our glorious surroundings I will revel in it's splendour to the last © Jack Ellison 2013

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Autumn Colors

Trees ablaze with autumn fire,
Flaunt flaming shades of red, orange, gold.
Such splendid foliage to admire,
A masterpiece of nature to behold,
From fall's palette of colors bold.

Kim Merryman
For Russell Sivey's "Autumn, Fall Color" contest.

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Autumns Breath

I wander down the forest trails
the farmer collecting the last bales
golden brown they shine in the sun
the whirr of wings as birds escape the guns

The various gleaming colours of leaves
as spiraling down they twist and turn
the fields bare, stripped of their crops
now lay farrow resting until next spring 

Some light snow at foot of trees sparkles
pristine and lovely against the Autumn browns
sullen yet glowing the grey skies attract me
as I stroll on down to the bubbling brook

Flashes of brilliance as the kingfisher passes
he hovers above a post then alights to fish
a silver shadow comes in sight, he watches
then in a blur he dives and catches a fish

Now all that's left behind are glistening  ripples
spreading out far and wide in perfect cylindrical rings
watching them fade away as the water stills
becoming once more a mirror reflecting the azure skies

A massive pile of logs with scarlet toadstools scattered
the croak of a spotted frog as he takes a dive
yellow hammer is drilling away in the canopy
where verdant greens mix with red cedar leaves

The wonders awaiting at each step quite take my breath
a sly red fox disappearing through the emerald grasses
a roar and a crash of antlers as the fallow deer stags fight
their white spots shining as they spar back and forth

All this and birds singing with the pure joy of living 
the rustles that abound all around me as I listen
the glorious golds, reds and browns surround me
as I stand in a clearing drinking all the beauty in

Written 08/12/2013

contest   Autumns Breath

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Haiku - - -

__________________ twilight silhouette- leaning east to catch the sun pink autumn roses ________________________ "A Charles Henderson Contest" Poet~ Rick Parise Seasonal Word ~ Autumn...

Details | I do not know? | |

The Way

Its the way the breeze whispers

across my skin

and the sun caresses


in his warmth


its the way you love me

even when you’re not here

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~Her Beauty~ (Dimished Hexaverse) Her beauty I see Enchantingly stands Full of grace serene Eyes can't get enough She's so beautiful Enjoy her sight Her regal gown Makes my heart glad Happy she's here Bring changes And fresh air Spreads colors Nice and Pretty Fall Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012 January,07,2015

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Autumn's Song and Dance


A cold wind rattles my window
Under blankets I snuggle warm
The beautiful flowers sadly will bloom no more
Until the cold weather has gone 
Merry still the birds that sing and dance
Now the trees lay down their emerald gowns
Silent flocks of birds fly away

Summer delight is over
On the ground the brittle leaves all lay
Nothing is green for it has turned to gold
Glittering, swirling, twirling in an Autumn dance

Around the fireplace at night we gather
Nights long with the sighing wind
Down the sun early

Dance the tumbling, trembling leaves
And the forest is crimson and golden
Naughty bandit squirrels steal things strange
Come dance the forest path with me
Everything is beautiful and changing magically

Written August 27, 2012

For the contest, Autumn Acrostic
Sponsored by Francine Roberts

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Lady Autumn - Mirrored Tanka

Lady Autumn's here. She paints with magical brush Reds,golds,browns, and tans She's so graceful and quick In the air hear her laughter. In the air hear her laughter She's so graceful and quick Reds,golds, browns, and tans She paints with magical brush Lady Autumn's here! Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 10.08.2014

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Monoku 4

rusted iron gate- calico leaves flutter _________________________________________ Broken Monoku em/em>

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I Am Autumn

I creep behind the sunny meadows
Whirling my flaming gown
I spin the lace of mist and dew
   Of frost and crystal ice
   I shake hands with the poppies
They wilt at the sight of my glare
I sentence death to the fields of green
Spilling red and yellow on the trees
I dip my finger in the snoozing lakes
Freezing their lazy countenance
I poke the bears into their dens
And call out the snow owls
I splatter the scent of cold and rain
And shower sleet from the clouds
I twirl my hair and hear the wolves
Howl their starving cry
I gaze at the span of winnowing wind
Who is seeking me?
Who has seen me?
Nobody will stop me
For I will continue to weave
The blanket of frigid death

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Are bare
With sky holes
A solemn gray
Like Whistler’s Mother    calm resignation

In the wind
Drop one by one
We find the autumn smoke from field and hearth

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Ever South

Yellow leaves swoop by the window like
errant canaries, confused, bruised, caught
in a ghostly whirlwind they rise and fall
swirling, hurling, snapping like a flag unfurling,
trapped taut against the window
caught momentarily, autumn comes to
stir things up, to disrupt, the end of
summer so abrupt, ruffling the feathers
of the glossy blackbirds who darken the sky
in swarms and herds, crowding on power lines
they huddle together as birds of a feather,
cawing, seemingly cursing the weather,
so many on the line, a snapshot in time,
etched into my mind, sublime,
taking flight en masse to head ever south,
south, to warmer climes as I hear the deep
tones of my Gregorian chimes, thrumming
tones that rattle breastbones, I count the
autumns that have come and go and
I know, I know.

©Danielle White

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The Branches Bare

The wind is cold and the flowers dying The leaves are drifting and the rain is falling Thunder is booming and rivers are tumbling Grass is faded and birds are flying away The forests and woods have a sad sombre hue Autumn's storms are sweeping and yet . . . And yet, there is a glittering beauty of delight With brittle colorful leaves and crisp morning walks O, the splendor of burnt orange fall scenes O, the tinkle of those falling leaves . . .
Written by Constance La France August 27, 2012 For the contest Autumn Splendor Sponsored by Russell Sivey First Place Featured poem December 28, 2014

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Wafting Leaves

Crimson leaves gently wafting to the ground, thou hast done thy duty!
You graced my maple tree, now you adorn my lawn with untold beauty!
I saw thy nativity as buds in spring and throughout the summer days.
Now in the autumn of thy lives you carpet my lawn with scarlet blaze!

Alas, the subtle winds of October loosed thy grip on that ancient tree.
It saddens me somewhat to see thee go but you've had a glorious spree!
I saw thee dancing in the summer breezes and you provided shade for me.
You weathered the storms of pelting rain and hail with grace and dignity!

Robins that nested 'neath thy sheltering canopy have taken wing,
But they'll return to set up housekeeping again come next spring!
Squirrels scurried 'mongst thee, playing hide and seek on summer days,
And sprawled 'neath thy jade umbrella to avoid the sun's searing rays!

You've shed thy brilliant leaves and now the old maple looks so stark.
As if in prayer, its barren limbs reach for the sky with furrowed bark!
I anticipate thy return next spring - you've given me so much pleasure!
Bleak winter days lie ahead but the beauty of thy season I shall treasure!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Entry for Carol Brown's "Leaves" Contest

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Autumn Arrival

The stained 
glass fragile 
face of the blue 
Gently whispers 
the arrival of 
shorter days.
As boring 
laziness of 
summer days 
kiss the earth 
Bright sun 
paint the day 
with chill rays 
Beneath the 
merriment of 
yellow and red 
colors of 
Perfumes of 
the stealing 
autumn arrest 
my keen nostrils
As busy-laden 
squirrels hustle 
nuts with belief,
Mine eyes are 
fed with 
Soon, the 
sentry poplars 
shall undress to 
yield wind 
And dance 
naked before 
the scented 
Their ripped 
fruits dangling 
like damsel's 
Shall kiss the 
lips of sunlight
Then, autumn 
has cursed the 
earth with her 
chill wand
And all shall 
dance her 
drumming band

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since the silence prevailed
And all those leaves fell down 
since those autumn days
I've been searching around

The empire of emperors 
through the sunny town
but i just can't find it
And still I'm searching around

In the land or in the sea
where rivers are meant to be 
search it everywhere,but nothing was found
And still I'm searching around

The mysterious land of dreams and love
where fire gets burned in ice
where people live as "PEOPLE" do
The heavenly land of paradise

Details | Quatrain | |

One More Day

As the days grow shorter I feel discontent,
I look at summer and wonder where it went.
I remember in the recent past when days were long,
Only to realize the summer is  now gone.

I still enjoy autumn with its chill in the air,
The skies are still blue and the weather quite fair.
Soon so many colors will be displayed in the trees,
I’m not quite ready for the impending winters freeze.

As I get older I see time does fly,
 I watch as the trees start to die.
 They explode in color in one last stance,
Seeming to invite me for one last dance.

Another summer’s gone the air start to chill,
I view all the beauty from on top of this hill.
I watch and listen but it all seems strange,
Summer becomes autumn Is this new change.

I remember this summer with days that don’t end,
All that I’ve met become those I befriend.
I’m not really sad but wish for more time,
But I can’t help but see the clock just unwind.

The world keeps spinning as this season shall come.
Still time is left for me to stand in the sun.
I’m thankful to greet just one more day,
I still hoped that summer wouldn’t be on its way.

As the chill grows I will wrap my coat around you. 
Together we shall cherish all we’ve been through.
I remember hope and how it helps me survive,
I want this one day and feel so alive.

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Loving the Lion

will not kill
the queen- yellow
lion feed the bee.
Survival rides upon
the wind, the child's breath scatters
seed.  Gold finch come, a banquet set
feast before summer 's demise.  Love the
lion and her seed, love the yellow weed. 

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The Art of the Fall

autumn breezes cool
rolling grasses bend sideways
trees shade amiss

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Haiku 1

In the hallowed woods,
leaves dance in the air, quiet
as the cool wind blows.

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Such Small Wonders

Such small wonders this autumn yields...                
watch the squirrel busily collecting nuts
stashing them away for winter's depths 
let's hope he remembers where they are

The apple trees heavily laden, branches sag
ponies happily munching at the wind falls
tractors hard at work bringing in the crops
piling it up in the barns, ready for winter

Lazy smoke drifting from the chimney pots
carrying  heavenly smells of roasting meats 
cattle lowing,  announcing  it is milking time 
I drink these wonders in, happy to be alive

written 08/13/2013 by Shadow Hamilton
contest   Pick a line any line

 Autumn's Breath by Barbara Gorelick 

the first line of this poem is the line I used

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The Old Shade Tree

Antediluvian limbs outstretched
Gnarled fingers, October confetti
entwined gray locks streaming
Damp wind swaying old arms
Obscure wildcat echoes her pain
with hair raising primal screaming
Soon her cloak of Autumn colors gone
stripped bare, naked to the world
Spring fashion in dormant dreaming

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Seeing seasons

I'm thankful, for the dew resting on the mountain tops and the deep rivers of the valleys.

I'm thankful, for you putting the trees in place and for the birds that nest there.

Thank you Lord, for the changing of seasons and for the way clouds represent this.

Thank you Lord, that when i stop and wonder along the way. I become more thankful for all 
you have created and the overwhelming beauty of it all.

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Forecasting Rainbows

The weatherman is predicting rainbows As this early autumn storm passes by A few more weeks to enjoy the warmth Before southward the geese start to fly... I savor his words this fall evening As I watch the pink clouds in the sky The world could use a bit of soft color Knowing soon the last faded rose will die....

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Leaf It Alone

As I watched the rain pouring into the drain
I reflected on just how perverse
Was the Summer we had, with the weather so bad,
And the future can only get worse.

Now that Autumn is here, bringing with it some fear
Since the drains are blocked up with leaves
Which are crimson and yellow, so pretty, so mellow,
And they're also blocking the eaves.

As the weather gets colder, the leaves get older, 
Black and dirty, and's the thing!
The council won't clear it and therefore I fear it
Will leaf us at risk till the Spring.

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autumn picturesque

      autumnal picturesque        (Haiku)

a quaking aspen
Fall leaves tumble to the ground
doves coo pleasant songs.

Dr Ko Ko Thein (U.S.A)
Salt Lake City

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Silver Dollar Moon

silver dollar moon suspended in a dark sky wind rustles the autumn leaves secrets in the night moonbeams on the forest floor wolves pay homage at midnight
Barbara Gorelick 10/14/11 For Russel's Full Moon contest

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Love Beneath Autumn Sky

We lay beneath autumn trees
And autumn leave gently falls.
Laying beside you I'm lost in your eyes,
I'm lost in the presence of you
And autumn leaves gently falls.

We lay there and autumn breeze blow.
Would I trade this moment, no, no.
The rose in your hair is white like winter snow,
beauty lies before my eyes and sparkles glow,
And autumn breeze gently blow.

We lay beneath autumn trees,
We lay in love of autumn breeze.
We lay together in each other eyes,
We lay beneath the season of autumn sky.

Autumn breeze blow and leaves of autumn trees fell,
Staring in your eyes I see the unspoken love for me it tells. 
Autumn leave, red, brown, yellow,
in autumn wind they rattle a love symphony of being hallow.

Small rays of sunlight,
between autumn trees had you glow.
And as we lay together beneath autumn trees,
softly in our love we watch a autumn day goes.

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The Beauty of Fall

With Autumn colors,
Foliage withers off the trees,
As birds migrate south.

For Abe's Contest
Haiku Seasons.

Details | I do not know? | |


A leaf breaks away
from the tree.
Swaying back and
forth until softly
hitting the ground.
Trees in front yards
and backyards with
vibrant colors of
yellows, oranges,
and reds filling the
neighbor hood around
Watching many upon
many leafs being
blown past houses
until layering the
ground with splashes
of colors.
Yard after yard
filled with leafs.
Slowly tree by tree
start to become
The sounds of rakes
scratching against
the pavement
gathering every last
bit of color into a
Hearing the
crunching of the
leafs as they are
being gathered.
Watching people jump
into the piles and
watching the leaves
fly up and slowly
come to a halt. 
Trees are bare now.
Slowly the colors
are disappearing.
Bags begin to show
at the ends of drive
Until there is
nothing left.
Knowing deja vú will
be back again.

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The Portrait

Standing in the garden facing the four o’clock sun,
the roses drawn up to their full height, 
you approach me from behind, press a piece
of paper and a pencil in my hand and ask me

to draw you a picture. I hold the translucent
sheet up to the light and traced the scene
which slowly soaks through, the proudest
rose bending at its apex due to weight of

its oversized pink blossom, petals spread
by the onset of autumn and swaying gently
in the breeze.  Above it, the soft glow of the
sun seemingly just inches away.

Between them, the silhouettes of distant
evergreens cut across at a slight angle.
Satisfied that there’s nothing left to
capture, I scrawl “The Confession” across
the top of it and hand it back to you.
With a grateful smile, you fold it in three
And slide it into your back pocket before
anointing the rose with your green watering can.

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Autumn to Winter

Come October He strokes away the greens To touch mosaic Upon, the now of autumn trees November next And amidst set breeze Leaves of paint chips scatter And from on high, let a harrowing slip sneeze Lastly to December Branches, canvas bare When He's decided... To shake away the dandruff, from right out of His hair

Details | Quatern | |


Good night full autumn moon shining so bold. Harvest is done this eve of this seasons end. I rest for this short period before the bitter cold. Playing my flute for you, my music I do send. I may be sad though my heart is gratefully filled. Good night full autumn moon shining so bold. Winters strength comes soon, elders’ bones are chilled. Weak with age though their memories brisk to be told. Stories rich with truth, understanding natures mold. Within the wilderness, my soul captured by insight, Good night full autumn moon shining so bold. I shall await the next day’s prudence, our tribes fight. As the moons shadows come out, though I never see, I play for natures delight, praising all things we never hold. My name is Len which means flute from the tribe of Hopi. Good night full autumn moon shining so bold
written by Cecil Hickman written for Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~ Contest Name Tell HIS Story~~

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To Kahlil Gibran's Flower

I am a kind of word spoken by the voice of nature
I am the element flying gracefully on a green pasture
I am a silent child in Summer and the brave child that Winter has believed
I crown the opening of the golden Spring and a gentle heart that Autumn conceived

I caress the majestic body of the flower as she announce the coming of the light
At nocturnal melodies, I dance with the birds on their lonely flight
The plains are full of the vibrant grace by those lovely flowers
As I embrace the early morning lovers

I cradle the spirit of the one who drinks wine
As he promenades with the swaying leaves of the vine
I am a dulcet entity whispered by a faint death
I am the little joy sang by a saddened health
I am the air breathed by a living man
and a mysterious knight to a crying little one

When the flower look high to never see her shadow
I escape through a broken, dusty window
To uplift her when she will feel me blow

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As the Summer Sun
Is fading 
The Autumn frost
Spent three months waiting
To come and put
All those to sleep
Cherished children
I could not keep

Now the deed is
Duly done
The willows weep
With leaves, they'll shun
The summer greens
Have turned to grey
Thus winters wind
Is on it's way

Snowy blanket or,
Shroud of death
The piecing chill of
Winter's breath
I stand impatient 
"Till it be done
And see once more
When Spring 
Has Sprung

And in that day
When Sun is new
And does the job
It's destine too
My children will
All rise again
Until this cycle
Once more, begins

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Changing Colors

Colors of beauty that I love to see
From a distance you can look at me
Surrounded by falling leaves at the roadside
Full of happiness in my heart that I want to glide

Trees everywhere changing its colors
Mostly orange, red, and pink that I adore
Each breath of air show us its autumn day
Let celebrate outside by walking happily

Feels the coolness of the clear water at the lake
I sit on the bench and listen to the sound of leaves
A place to stay, I feel like I’m living in a dream world
Even fairies appreciate this breathtaking view to behold

Trees form like a crown at the palace in the East
Bridge look like red carpet as I walk in the forest
Smiling to the great blessing that God gave us
Autumn, a season of mist and mellow fruitfulness

October 26, 2012
PD's Second Change Poem Contest
7th Place Winner

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There's a chill in the air

~*~ ~~**~~ The leaves on the limbs are changing from green into red frost is on the pumpkin, time to carve a Jack-O-Lantern head there’s a chill in the air, build a fire and stay in bed... ~~**~~ ~*~

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Unfettered-Set free-
My soul is longing for Home
Where the wild ducks fly to winter
Where I hear the sweet sounds of swans 
Calling her chicks to her side on tranquil lakes 
That reflect distant snow covered mountain peaks 
And shimmering golden trees laugh as they catch autumn sun
A treasury of diamonds glint across waters stirred by the gentle breeze
From air pure as the snow covered peaks that glisten against blue velvet skies
I am free to sing, to laugh, to know, I am fearfully and wonderful made in His image 
A child of the KING of KINGS, and I with Angels sing, His adoration and His Praise

© Brenda V Northeast 2 April 2012

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Summer's Slumber -Kissing The Moon


  The balmy summer breeze 
Gently caresses the harvest saffron moon
  While it dreams memories of autumn’s golden red kiss
Trees are shedding their emerald green summer tresses
  Kindly kissing the Earth as their garments fall gently below
And flowers have shed their vivid colorful dresses
  As crimson amber leaves gently anoint the ground for show
While Summer sheds her beautiful clothes -
  Mother Nature lovingly seduces her to dream
She's kissed the shore with her elegant colorful attire
  She has painted the world with her exquisite apparel 
So now it's time for her yearly seasonal retire
  She paraded us with her resplendent painted scenes
Blessed the birds in their angelic symphony of songs
  So now -it’s time for her to drink the dreams of slumber
Taking the cup of restful sleep - is now where she belongs
She asks the moon to wait patiently...
  For her splendid colorful return
When she'll paint the world with her radiant painted tresses
  Where once more her regal colors will burn
She'll brush the Earth in regal glorious colors 
  Dressing up again in her brilliant, picturesque dresses
As the ruby red blaze of autumn begins to kiss the Earth 
  With her dazzling hues of gold and coral valor 

But before she goes...
  She gently reaches out with her one last caress...
Softly whispering as she sweetly kisses the moon
  ”It’s time now for fall - it’s time for me to undress”
She softly breathes her dulcet ending tune...
  "Goodnight", she gently whispers ...
"I’ll see you soon Mr. Moon
   Please...will you wait for my return? 

Quietly - she drifts into her splendid, peaceful dreams…
  Slumbering peacefully - 
Safely harbored in Mother Nature’s loving arms 
  As mellow zephyrs gently caress autumn's waiting whispers
While the moon drizzles its shimmering dusty charms
  Serenading nature with his soft silvery tune 
As this luminous gleaming Luna Mister 
  Cordially opens his welcoming hands 
To September's colors of orange and golden browns
Awaiting the arrival of dancing petals
As he gently embraces autumn's leaf draped lands 

Next he’ll greet the season’s sister 
  From the pristine silverblue Northern Isles...
Awaiting dancing ivory snowflakes he'll cheerfully greet winter 
  With his warm welcoming golden smile 


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Red Hair

Her hair a bright red In the autumn of her life Wind blew through strands shed Soon winter will come with white Coating auburn hair 'pon ground

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The Passing of Summer

Do you feel the breath of autumn upon your neck?
The smell of damp leaves in the predawn gloom

A pallid sun rises without warmth
Too far away, too far away

So soon the time for rest is upon us
Leaves flame red and orange on the branch in timely tribute

The queen of summer has played her last song
And in requiem we lament her passing

Details | Ottava rima | |

Wisdom Paints Life

My God above whose wisdom surely shows 
When Mother Nature paints her glory grand.
While gilding grass beside the river grows,
The autumn trees with golden leaves, as planned,
Reflect their beauty, clinging reds and yellows.
Rainwater streams her life upon the land.
Beneath the mountain cattle comes to graze.
And thus, without the help of man, life stays.

© February 21, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

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A Season Unwelcome

Once it was bright and warm
but now wet and dull,
the summer has transformed
into autumn, a season fraught
with chilly winds and changing
colours; first glorious greens but 
then striking reds, oranges and yellows.
Autumn is a season that symbolises
change and the un-noticed challenges
that we all face regardless of
whatever form they take.
Many scorn it for being a season
that many seasonal illnesses 
suddenly arise, like strained
springs suddenly being released
creating a sound that ricochets 
all around, bouncing off every
But still autumn persists for
it is locked in an eternal cycle
created by Mother Nature herself.
Autumn – a season to be cherished
and welcomed for without autumn
new life cannot form when spring
arrives creating a new blossoming
paradise of colours for the summer 
that follows where the sun will bestow
its very light on very living soul.

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Light is fading
It’s cold, abrasive
Facing longer nights
Green leaves mellow
Brown and yellow
Autumn has arrived

Misty mornings
Clock alarming
Body sense awry
Feel so jaded
Last night’s raving
Flashing through your mind

Drink hot coffee
Rush to catch the
Seven thirty-five
On the treadmill
Routine, thankful
Work keeps hope alive

Simply crazy when, every now and then
You want to bash your head against the wall
No longer feeling worth it all
Like you always thought you would

You live the life you choose
Or are you being used?
Now faking it, doesn’t raise a hit
You forfeit all or run with it
Lucky to be paid
And maybe later, dream of getting laid

Light is fading
It’s cold, abrasive
Facing longer nights
Green leaves mellow
Brown and yellow
Autumn has arrived

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Rust is corrosion
The colour of autumn leaves
Nature’s way of erosion
Perpetually weaves.

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Ambivalent Autumn

Audacious Autumn rushes in,
Making her way on Summer's heels.
Bringing along big pots of paints,
Instantly Summer's thunder steals.
Vivid hues and ripening fruits,
Are some of the gifts she brings to all.
Lavishly bestowing them on
Each of us as we worship Fall.
Nodding with glee, she mixes  blends,
Turning the greens to shades of brown.

As summer fades we wave goodbye
Utterly charmed by Autumn the clown.
Tenth month October takes his turn,
Unlike ninth month, aloof and cool.
Mist, rain and wind are her late gifts,
Naughty Autumn plays game of fool 

Written August 27, 2012

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Traverse autumn wind
   unfettered, wispy, gliding 
          sail to destiny

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When leaves in whisper
say goodbye to all at fall
once of life--- mutates
combats the chill of the eve
to waltz within heartless breath.

Mighty Sycamore
shaking off the morning dew
mist that envelops
undaunted spoiling the view
nature’s meltdown renewed.

So autumn imprints
aging--- all life at its best
when hue red and gold
scurry along woodland chase
driven by the artful wind.

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I rode daily through Waterbury rocky hills
when Spring and Fall enchanted drivers
who saw evergreen tops vacillate over dreamy landscapes;
and between then and now...Autumn
still dazzles me more with its flaming red leaves
decorating highway trees, one never feels afraid or alone.

Stop to admire jessamines and sweet peas cling to reddish barks,
as they spread their aroma while sunshine makes lightening sparks
among wide branches bearing no fruit of any kind;
take the same highway and watch deers run wild! 

Notation: Waterbury, CT 

Written by Andrew Crisci
for Russell Sivey's contest,
" Autumn Splendor "

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Leaves Like Stained Glass Windows

Leaves have floated into piles, luminous colors for miles and miles. Burgundy, burnt orange and yellow hovering, the trees slowly relinquishing and surrendering. A cool breeze makes them dance, some quiet and calm, some leap and prance. The autumn sky, so ever changing, clouds moving, billowing and expanding. One blustering cold wind, the piles empty where once leaves had been. A brilliant sun touches a tree, leaves like stained glass windows, I see. August 14, 2012 For the contest Autumns Beauty Sponsored by Gail Doyle

Details | Haiku | |

Summer's End

Autumn leaves
Summer Sun's warmth
Surfing temporarily

Details | Narrative | |

Wyoming Fall

It happens every year around this time. 
The winds starts to pick-up and change from a warm westerly direction, to the chill of the 
Canadian north breezes that ice over windows on the inside. 
It seems, that these old bones can tell, as well as these old eyes, when the trees start whistling a-bit 
to the chilly Wyoming skies. 
But the last great photo of natures camera, before the howling of winter is at our steps. 
Is the Wyoming colors of fall, that nature delivers to us. 
Now it's nearly impossible to describe, what nature has spent eons learning to do right. 
Blazing the colors from green to orange in the aspen groves of a mountain morn. 
The cottonwoods shimmer their hints of tarnished bronze and copper leaves, 
it seems damn near ridiculous, to try and describe these. 
One can't even come close to drawing a picture with words, to the chaotic beauty of a Currant bush, 
wrapped in buffalo berries that seem to defy gravity, hanging there all by themselves. 
Not to mention the golden coat of a milkweed plant, overflowing seeds that glisten rainbow colors in the light. 
It just wouldn't be describable, it couldn't be imagined in words, 
The colors of fall, my eyes have heard. 

Details | Quatrain | |

Earths Fullness

Earths Fullness (Quatrain) The earth with all the fullness With many things both great and small A creation with symphonic splendor In a world big enough for one and all. With birds and trees and the breath of spring The silent stars and the heavenly blue And with the blessed sunlight and rain Forever does all of earths life renew. The mystery of the romantic moonlight Wide open oceans from shore to shore The colorful beauty of the sun rise and set Tall snow covered mountains forever more. With precious forests all around the world And the natures different seasons delight Many fields to sow mankind’s daily bread Spring and autumn colors ever so bright. The beautiful cloud paintings in the sky The rainbows always very colorful sight And the guiding lights for day and night Earths fullness created with his blessed might. Erich J.Goller Copyright 11.10.2011

Details | Sonnet | |


Upon your days, tedium has imposed, Dull shades have tinted your point of view, And each woman yearns the hues of a rose, A palette that blossoms solely for you. We, too, were buds once, so tender and small, The world had its thorns, but petals unfurled, A trellis we found, so stable and tall, ‘Til autumn came with its frosty upwhirl. My friend, we both know the strength of one bloom, When clipped to the quick it grows all the more, The charm of your words fills hundreds of rooms, I bestow a bouquet and shout “ENCORE!” ~ Lush Romanticas in rouged ivory ~ Gifted to you for your sweet poetry.
By Cyndi MacMillan, February 7, 2012 P.D., I really enjoyed bumping into you in the chat rooms. Your exuberance is needed here at Soup. Kooky, vibrant, honest and fierce. Yup! That’s you! PS- the Romantica Rose is the French version of the English rose, a ‘hardy’, beautiful rose that comes back again and again… ;-) If you can, click on the about this poem link for a photo of the Romantica.

Details | Light Poetry | |

Leafraker response

Leafraker, was deep and insightful
Though through his woe, one can be spiteful
To drag his body from the depths
And succeed beyond that of the flesh
So, too he joins in mans defeat and the dawn of anew
Grasping hold of the light as darkness acts in que

The autumn leaves are a sign of a coming winter
But hark in the coming joy! For with earths fire is tinder
A conclusion, climax, end, and final adieu
Speaks of the history of a separate story starting like you
From the great mother, her bosom springing 
A new species adjusted like Darwin’s singing!

The dead leaves shrivel and crumple underfoot!
But so to fire creates ash to pock grainy soot
As prelude does not one enjoy the coming of?
The brining about that comes from action and love?
The love of the here and now as Joseph Campbell spoke
Eternity exists with every now provoked

The fields of leaves abound ever acre in scores
but all creatures must attend to this for more
Whether hiding from beast or building an empire with decay
Others growing underneath battling the colds parley

A party exists for what gain? Only to happen again and again
Composer’s notes yield a pause only and refrain
The leafraker is a symbol of change my friend
A semblance of the spring of that’s is rapture like the wind

I say to you under starry sky tonight
Focus on what you can attain with every flicker of the light
But do not sadden when your book is at an end
Look to the new world that exists in your mind to begin
Spark! The light does reign in but wobble under a black hole
So too does the leafraker as new seasons take hold

Speak to me? For when it is spoken it came into being!

--10/18/08 in response to stimuli

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Leaves falling

Leaves falling feels like                                                  
life around you is changing                                           
for the good or bad                                                         

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Ethereal Autumn

I reason out the drip-dried lakes in the modifying clime
When I flowed the dawning dew in the praising sky,
I promised to sojourn the supernal time
When I choired with the migrating birds in the autumn dry.

I look for the diurnal stars in the sidereal time
When I see the clear blue sky,
I opine the cosmo alike the paradise
When I breathe the aura in the autumn dry.

I reason out the falling leaves in the cone-bearing streets
When I zest under the insolated sky,
I smell the parterre alike the eden
When I aught to scent the rose in the autumn dry.

I look for the silver lining in the cotton clouds
When I fly to reach the hued sky,
I worded the ambiance alike the promised land
When I greeted the fetes in the autumn dry.

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a beautiful Autumn day

                                                            A beautiful Autumn day
                                                  everyday i sit of the door of our house
                                                but sometimes instead i see a mouse
                                                   it doesn't have to look obvious 
                                                that you spent all the Autumn with her
                                                    the voice of the charted valleys 
                                                         have given me some hope
                                                       but then finally i realize
                                                          that leaves fall from trees
                                                                   and they die
                                                 so i went down in the deep,shallow woods
                                                                 just looking for you
                                                        but again i say, what's useful
                                                    what's useful of hiding down the trees
                                                      watching animals taking care of each other
                                                                 won't that be a reaction
                                                                 trees fade
                                                               but don't come back to life
                                                         suddenly one leaf fell on me
                                                            it was orange 
                                                            and then another leaf fell on me
                                                                  it was yellow
                                                                 but i see
                                                             non were green
                                                        i thought what could cause this
                                                          while i'm only 10
                                                            maybe you did something to them
                          maybe you said something bad about me, or it was hopeless love.

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Sweeping Leaves in the Wind

There is something strangely satisfying
About sweeping leaves in the wind.
It's like a therapy for the soul.
As the impish zephyrs play
With a rustle of laughter
Tumbling through;
Sometimes for,
Some against, the action of my toil.
With the rhythmic swish of my broom
The breeze blows and the branches bow,
Scattering Nature's confetti.

A tree lives a lifetime every year.
From the youth of Spring through Summer's prime,
To the regal twilight of Autumn,
Reminding us that there is such beauty in old age.

As a child I saw
In my mind's eye, 
The word AUTUMN written
in the russets and ochres of the falling leaves.
Colours so bright, but with an earthiness that grounded,
Enveloping in the warmth of Nature.
Akin to wood smoke and open hearths,
Unlike the flashy pomp of Summer's gaudiness.

Autumn awakens sleeping memories,
Turning my thoughts to the magic of childhood
And how I used to play at being grown up
As, in youthful innocence,
I attempted the futile task
Of sweeping leaves in the wind. 

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October Afternoon

Moody clouds gather
as ripe fruit drops from shivering branches 
onto pillows of gold. 
The last of the lustrous flowers,
weary from the summer show,
slouch beside the wasted seed pods of their sisters,
whilst workers head back to hives unsated.

Yet still there’s a butterfly.

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Fall Days

There's a certain chill in the air,
Surrounding us all everywhere
Brown, yellow, orange, and red,
Leaves are swirling over head
Shorter and colder during the day,
Means that Winter's not far away
Pumpkins and apples are all around,
For when it's Fall they abound
Ghosts and goblins appear too,
Wanting to try and frighten you
I really love the season of Fall,
It's my very favorite one of all

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Changing Seasons

Shamefully dull, life would be,
Without seasons to nourish me.
Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall,
Nature’s blessings the nourish us all

Apathetic and harsh, winter is,
With arctic gales that pierce 
Every linen shielding my frame.
Anomalous flakes of snow drift from the sky
As sheets of white accumulate on the ground
And weigh down the healthiest trees,
Teasing those ready for winter festivities.
Once the snow angels and snowmen are made, and
Once the sledding and snowball fights are done,
Into their warm homes, all will run,
Hiding under hoards of fleece 
Until it’s time for spring to come free.

Pleasant and lively, spring is,
With liber rains falling lavishly
On soil beds of assorted seeds,
Nursed diligently by the avid gardeners
Who thirst for the sight of the first blossoms
Of poppies, roses, lilies, and tulips.
Blueberries, cherries, and strawberries
Entice the onlookers waiting to pick
The ripest harvest in a timely manner
And savoring them until summer can flare.

Fierce and fervent, summer is
With a feverish breath, that makes rain a treasure.
People gather in masses to absorb the bodies of water
As a radiant sun desiccates the land.
Outdoors, pitchers of lemonade are carried everywhere
And thriving honeysuckle sweeten the air.
Yellow lights of fireflies flicker through the night
As exhausted bodies relax beneath the stars,
Gazing in admiration, until autumn can appear

Calm and homely, autumn is
Wither green, red, and yellow foliage taking over.
Crisp leaves bustle about the ground,
Trapped by flurries of whirring winds
Until they are raked into heaps for children to dive in
And pumpkins growing in preparation to carved or baked.
Families huddle together around brilliant fires
While couples stroll through parks, taking delight in the landscape,
And having picnics until winter’s brisk rise.

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My mother use to tell me a story about living in the woods.
She said during autumn the leaves fell to the grounds and they burn very good.
Her siblings and she would go hunting in the month of October.
The family would store the deer and rabbit meat not to go to the store.
Nature was harsh when it was cold.

When the snow or the freezing rain comes, the birds do not soar in the sky.
The ether would freeze the fouls.
The upper arctic is rigid air.
The birds fly south.

Nature in the winter can bring struggle and strife.
The beauty of the outside can affect life.
Save your money and do not fly high.
You are gambling your stability of sound body and mind.
Bitter Mother Nature is not to be denied.

The beauty of nature and winter signals an end of a productive year.
Plants cessation is seen.
Farmers have harvest crop.
Animals migrate to warmer climates.
All know Mother Nature in her mood swings.
Therefore, pay attention to your surroundings.

Respect Mother Nature and she will respect you.
However, the weather is onset.
The quiet weather sneaks upon us.
Therefore, things can become quite turbulent defining a Bitter Mother Nature’s region.
Penned on May 20, 2014 12:30 A.M. EST!

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I Walk the Seasons Changing Times

The falling of the Autumn leaves
tells me that winter time is near.
Summer is now many days past
and a season that I hold dear.

But this is not a sorrowful write;
always wondrous, this beauty to see.
Always such splendor to greet my sight
as nature’s signs unfold before me.

Contentment is as a faithful friend
while I walk these times in the sun.
The golden leaves upon this road
mark a place that I call ‘Gold Run’.

So I walk the seasons changing times
as the days go rolling on by.
From warmth of sun stretched across the green
through months as the winter snows fly.

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October Fire

Dancing smoke
black as night
floats above flames
burning bright
twisting wind
spreads the fire
fueling life
to dark desire
the nights are dark
with moonless skies
shadows see all
with empty eyes
fallen leaves 
make trees bare
the flame still burns
but the heats not there
blazing touch
meets hearts of frost
the burn feels sweet 
but then it's lost
now hands of ash 
reach out once more 
for October Fire
as they did before

By Morgan Mise
Written April 25, 2012

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Falling In Love In The Fall

Falling In Love In Autumn (Couplets)

Autumn Love is mature and warm
Surviving Spring and Summer’s Storms

First love blooms in Spring’s first kiss
Young hearts lost in natures bliss

The Bird of Youth flies high and strong
Spring  is when we hear his song

Summer sun brings reality
And no assurance of  constancy

The Rose is Queen in Summer’s Sun
But falls to earth when season’s done

Winter is lonely, dark and cold
Without Autumns love, as we grow old.

Copyright© 2011 Beatrice Boyle, 
(All rights reserved)

For Michael Faolotico’s Contest – Falling In Love In Autumn

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As You Rise

will you splash color
of this dismal grey I dwell

for autumn wind has called silence
and weary bones shall tell

as I crawl from this covering
of twigs and leaves of demise

to reach your loving sanctuary
in possibility of life

I pause for a mere moment
to reflect of hope I've touched

for you my loving sunlight
my death has found rebirth  


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A Season's Dance

Stretching long, without goodbye Weary from the summer's play The rolling hills are losing green But laughing to a cloud flecked sky while catching autumn's leaves ~ Autumn days show quiet grace A fading trace of yesterday... We watch a sky yield a change of hue Turning gray from shades of blue But there is now a harvest moon Dancing to a different tune For, winter's coming soon ~ After trees have lost their hue Let the wind bring seasons new I'll smile upon the pillowed earth that brings a sense of peace instead.... A winter spread of snowy mounds A softer sound upon the ground as snowflakes waltz around ~ Until the birds return again, I'll watch the dance of green begin I'll brush the blossoms off my head then,... dance because it's spring !
______________________________________________________________ For Gail's Contest: "A Season's Dance"10/1/12

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Snow on Big Ben

The freezing glass shivered as the clock handle stroke, 
snow on Big Ben, just like you see in the books.
As the pages opened, from spring it started
and flipped through summer, autumn then came winter’s heart.

She remembered the bright sunflowers of spring, 
glowing Big Ben, just like you see in the books.
The blazing sun of summer upon the clock
turned over the pages, shining Big Ben brought you in shock.

Autumn came and the yellow leaves fall.
Family gathered, cuddled and brawled 
till finally when the leaves were gone and winter arrived.
Snow on Big Ben, just like you see in the books.

Left alone in this cold, lonely library
she felt her heart trembles as she recalled the memories.
Seasons passed, not a year and everything is gone, 
through the windows, Big Ben on breaking dawn.

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Autumn Haze

Late autumn evening,
A haze of dew dusts the earth,
The wind smells of rain

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I Stoped to Watch the Shadows Dance

I stopped to watch the shadows dance
  One silent autumn day,
The light embraced the sighing boughs,
  Scattering golds of May.

The breeze was soft upon my cheeks
   As feathers to the touch;
It took my scarf in playful grasp
  Unmindful of my clutch.

And now, alive and yet so silent,
  To earth the colours float,
Now empty though with life so full--
  The sea without a boat.

I must move on, don't trust my heart,
  Must go before I break.
Life is just a shadow passing--
  Reflections on a lake.

I'll come tomorrow in the dawn;
  I must not stay tonight.
The sun has gone and so must I,
  I'll come back with the light.

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Autumn Walk

As I walk through the woods
On this cool autumn day
A bright carpet of leaves
Greet my way
Painted by nature
In coloures so gay
They flutter and glow
In the breeze today
As it brushes my soul
On it's gentle way
The fish in the pond
Jump and play
As ripples glow brightly
In synchronised desplay
And ducks sing their songs
Of contintment today

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Rocky Mountain Rain

Finally fervid air gives place to the first rain;
The summer lawn soaked under a drippy layer;
The rainfall plunks down the petals of flowers;
Along the fences some green bushes sustain.

Apple, cherry and plum leaves prepare to fall;
String bean, peas and cucumber vines droop;
Green onion, garlic and parsley begin to stoop;
September heat swung by the mountain squall.

Bald high peaks scattered by the early snow;
At dawn the tops are covered with baby flour
Then transform into snowy clouds within hours;
It’s a sign to say goodbye to the summer glow.

The rains colored the mountain slopes forest:
Decorated by red, yellow, golden and orange;
Unlike the evergreen forest of my native land;
This nice scene will be in white like the crests.

Mountain rain and view reveal natural creation;
The fiery summer air has to fall and farewell;
Then autumn and winter will ring their bells;
Our physical and moral change with the seasons.

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A Seasons Dance

Autumn, a kittens purr before wakening jolt.
Sincere colors that differ each day,
Each fall day creeps up before winters bolt.
After barrenness thrives of nature’s way,
Sensual frosty covers, arrive as new born colt.
Only bold sunlight brilliantly begins to play.
Nature’s swing of new birth begins the molt.
Spreading beautiful dancers, this shall stay.
Delivering stanzas until another natural revolt,
All the seasons parade into cascading array.
Now the bold days of summer, defend the gray.
Creating blooming artifacts upon our display,
Each year delivers, only, what we all weigh.

Written by—Cecil Hickman 
Written on-- September 29th, 2013 

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those tiny puffs
can not budge autumn wishes-
dandelion seeds

*posted solely for enjoyment, mine and yours, me chums. A true life observation from last night.

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Moon Light Bright

                                                     Moon Light Bright.

                                                Oooh you shine so bright 

                                in every full autumn night without your friend in cite, 

                                       that helps you dominate the night sky 

                                                with your dens chilling light 

                    which helps me seek my ways throw the hunting mystery of the night,
                                                  without a single flashlight.

                                        Theo I wish on every day and every night 
                            nature can deliver such a beautiful cite... Moon Light Bright.

Poetry 2/23/11 by Keith Kadell

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Autumn Air Constanza

Autumn brings such a loving heart
	Stark weather stimulates senses
	Bright skies, colorful pretenses 

Beautiful piece of fall to start
	A wonderful coolness is here
	A light wind stays, Autumn secure

I open up to every part
	Pathways are there simply to be
	Great routes to go on, moving free

Taking leaves inside a lone cart
	Pile them high and throw them about
	Play like a child so scream and shout

Autumn air fills to each impart
	Starting to get cold, fall’s begun
	A colorful scene, crisp and calm

Autumn brings such a loving heart
Beautiful piece of fall to start
I open up to every part
Taking leaves inside a lone cart
Autumn air fills to each impart

Entrant into Andrea Dietrich's "Can you Constanza?" contest


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Elated In Moonlight

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() In vast dimensions my mind wanders in starlight resting in calm love the Autumn moon full with dreams poetic words lightly chant Hazy blue imprints of a fortress, sempiternal electric clouds drift as simple words speak within I beckon the great spirit ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() "Moonlight Dream" Contest

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Where Do The Butterflies Go

Teardrops of dews glistening
Breaks the days of dawn
Caterpillars shedding shells of cocoon
Awakening with yawns

The little fairies quaintly appear
Dancing their favorite dances, all the day long
But, where do the butterflies dance to
When the sun hides her head...
And the days are shamelessly gone?

They fill up my gardens
Frolic from tip of tulip to end of the rose
Next to sunflower, daffodil the flutter flies flown
Never attempting to speak even one little peep
Keeping their precious secrets
From sun up until the sundown

A parade of floats
Viceroy to the Monarch whom he tries to pretend
Royal and regal, ginger and black
Passes the hours while waltzing with flowers
But where does each of them go as processions end?

Dainty, the Painted lady curtseys
Among the swallowtails that swan through the weed
And the Admirals through the blade
But soon to hide away
Flying rainbows of season’s beginning to fade

And my magical gardens now they are bare
The little fairies all have disappeared
Following the whisper of wisps, of a new winter’s air

It’s the beginning of autumn
And soon will come the billows of snow
Did they take journey to a summer, in a far away land
Where oh, where did the butterflies go

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Caution : NRA Possibility

Walking through the woods early in the day...

Haven’t seen a single soul passing my way...

All set to hunt as, I bought the latest gear....

On this the first hunting day of the year.....

It isn’t too cold but there’s a bit of snow...

So footprints will tell me where to go...

I can track by smell....

And I’ve been told pray tell....

That Man is getting smarter every single year..

Which means a lot... to my friends in here...

But now here’s the twist of this little ditty...

I’ve never lived or been to the city....

But trust me.. cause when I’m done..

And this is all in the end of Fall....

I’ll have a gorgeous blonde six footer ... a hanging on MY wall....
*** Just a thought...NRA = Natural Roaming Animal....
       or Nasty Reindeer Association.......hmmmm

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Discarded grief

Look at this leaf.

Where did it come from?

Stuck in a mud, like a

discarded grief from a weeping willow.

I like its shape.

Follows my hand. Pair it

in two and you can make a glove

or a puppet doll that says “I love you!”

It’s full of wavy hurdles,

a caterpillar’s slalom track.

Can be frozen, curled or wet,

wears all season’s colors like a traffic light.

Enjoys to float, especially in waters of Hoogvliet

rushes to meet other leaves,

while gives a ride to marsh fleas.

Once it went disguised,

I couldn't recognize it.

Dressed in the lost feathers of

floating white hearts and undived “quack, quack”

pretends to be a Sioux Holy Man.

It may come in different sounds too.

Like a bandmaster, it orchestrates winter winds in dramatic


Or, when a thickening fog occupies city parks

still dark and tainted from night,

you hear a crunchy, cranky sound as it get’s

crushed under lover’s heels or

sporadic brave joggers,

in short sleeves.

Dissipated in the air

it’ll wait for its turn,

to blossom proudly again and stare

how spring Sun in the west burns.

Hey little leaf

you would like to crawl into my pocket

like a sneaky thief?

I’m lonely too,

keep me company

in my autumn view.

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The emerald and still evening
lures the crescent moon rising,
to make a small peach tree shine
as if it were already daytime;
it even invites the brutal wind
to lash it so that its flowers
would lose their pretty petals...
then one of them starts to descend,
others sadly follow behind to resemble Autumn leaves...
who has sympathy for a small peach tree which grieves?

The enchanted, star-draped sky
watches the white petals fall off the small peach tree 
into the lake that earlier reflected its flowery image;
isn't it enraged by the wind's ravage? 
Its anger can last until the deep shadows wane and die:
that's when light will restore harmony.

Written by Andrew Crisci
for Gail Angel Doyle's contest,
" Petals In The Wind "

on 1/ 15/ 2012

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On a stroll through the park,
embraced by a breeze,
smiling cheerfully
as it whistles through the trees.

It lifts her hair,
swaying the long strands,
while she brushes them back
with the palms of her hands.

The sun caresses her
with its glare,
as leaves soar
in the autumn air.

She’s enjoying the warmth
of the southern wind,
wishing the breeze
will never end.

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Flying as lively butterflies,
finding new surprises:
down-hill or up-hill...
not feeling the October chill!

Soul lighter than the Autumn air 
floats to undiscovered places,
and while the skies are fair...
much is seen from these shades!

Stress is left behind a locked door,
blood flows as a river to a delta or shore...
the happy heart-beat is a steady drum
that feels thrills until it reaches home!

Flying as lively butterflies, flapping long and delicate wings,
free and unconfined by inner feelings...
the heart is a kid who loves to explore,
to deepen his/her sense of awareness that's everywhere!

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Innocence Lost

Can innocence lost
Be ever returned
Or a heart, tainted and broken
Be cleansed, made whole once more?

Can a tree, longing for summer's warmth
Summon its leaves from cold autumn grounds
To return to naked branches
That it may feel joyful and alive again?

Can a child, disillusioned
Relive broken dream
Changing fate
To find naivety return?

Can joy be had in innocence lost
Or beauty be discovered, resting in sadness?
When birth of spring and warmth of summer pass by
Till all that remains is the still and quiet of winter
Will warmth be rekindled?

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Winter is coming

The shadows are becoming longer;
The cold is feeling stronger.
Our beautiful green trees;
have begun to lose their leaves.
Winter is knocking on my door;
It's not summer anymore!
Autumn is truely a frenzy of colours;
The beginning of nature's wonders!
Leaves are turning yellow, orange and red;
We start turning in earlier, going to bed.
A beautiful bright sunny day;
can no longer find it's way.
A chill has started in every wind;
but we won't complain, I don't mind.
Nature is taking her course;
she's bringing in winter with a great big force!
Awesome winter evenings spent indoors;
Relax a little, throw some pillows on the floors.
Stack the logs in the fireplace;
oh move over, I too want a space;
to bask in the glow of fire so warm
we can sit there and talk while outside it storms.

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Simple Blessings

I love how the cool breeze caresses my face
tickling my lips
and tossing my hair playfully

It brings life to the silence of the dull, Autumn day
and forces smiles on grim faces

I adore the crinkling of leaves underneath my bare feet
sending a thrilling chill up my body
and quickening my heart with every step I take

It lifts the spirits of small children
and sends their innocent laughter through the air, touching hearts along the way

How wonderful the sprinkling drops of water are
as they tease my skin with their touch
and I cannot help but feel genuine joy

These days come often
but are rarely seen as they are

and a simple yet intricate blessing from God

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A Fall Day

A  day to view magnificent color when
F  resh apples and pears cling to trees and autumn
A  utomaticly turns deep olive green leaves
L  epid burgundy, gold, deep red some fall drift
L  azily or lifted by zephry air or blow on by
D  elighting all eyes that view change and my
A  rt paints what beauty passes by my window
Y  earning now for that color to start falling  

Written: August 30, 2012
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest: Autumn Acrostic

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Life Is Like

Life is like a warm summer day;
Full of obstacles and delay.
Like is like a summer past;
No single moment will ever last.
Life is like some winter snows;
It has its high points and its lows.
Life is like a winter sky;
Beautiful, until the day you die.
Life is like an autumn wind;
Chilling you through 'til the end.
Life is like an autumn moon;
Foretelling of something coming soon.
Life is like a spring rain;
Giving you something to gain.
Life is like a spring child;
Always smiling, always wild.
Life is short,
So live it tall
And God will see
You through it all.

(Dedicated To Ebony Webb R.I.P)

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Evergreen Tears

The Autumn shades now distant
Skeletal frames silhouette the skies
The last colours of this seasonal carpet
Decaying in drifted lie

As I walk through this land of nature
Amongst ferns, spruce and firs
Sometimes it makes me wonder
Do the remaining mournfully confer

Is it whispers I hear on the breeze
Or the life all around me in appear
For in this broken canopy I feel raindrops
Or are they, evergreens tears

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Days decide they want to sleep as the nights enjoy growing longevity.
Mist hovers above once pristine lawns that now wear a grey lush,
While the songs of crickets’ chorus falls to a hush
From underneath the thickset arborvitae.

With regards from Jack Frost who merrily skipped by
Dry leaves rustle, conjuring whirlwinds in my path;
Robin searches for a warm pool in which to take his last bath
And the stars look much colder in a crisp indigo sky.

Cackling crows caw from the second story.
Bountiful gardens begin to wilt and fade.
Man’s best friend no longer needs to seek comfort in the shade.
Only burnt orange pumpkins adorning doorsteps are in their glory.

Scampering squirrels can’t afford to take rest.
Ever gathering birds watch high on a wire.
Dense air fills me with some distant smoldering fire.
A spotty red rose left on the vine has lived past its best.

The trees whisper amongst themselves, and then pause briefly
As the wind raises her voice and says, “It’s time.  It’s time.”
Rain falls on their leaves; drops drip off in hypnotic rhyme.
They put on brilliant turncoats, all worn so proudly.

What is this form of trickery, vividly persuading me life has been revived?
Gazing into the kaleidoscope of the ever changing landscape,
In this moment I don’t want to escape!
The change has come; for autumn has arrived.

By Susan Burd © 2008

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One Autumn Night

Autumnal inspiration, the artist paints.
Using the burnt orange and rust colors scheme.
Teasing away the greens of summers growth.
Unabashed by the flavors of decay in the air.
Mocking the fall of nature on his canvas.
Nature shows her true colors as the trees weep.

One autumn night, the artist becomes one with the fall as he paints his own death.

For Contest : One Autumn Night in 7 lines
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer
Date : September 5-2014

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Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,

streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,

the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,

lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,

now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,

echo the countless tears that I have shed.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,

yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


and it is I who is not worthy,



You were always true,

it was I who always,


refused to,

to give myself,

completely to you.

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Autumn's Breath

As I walk through this colorful boulevard,
cool breeze touches the back of my neck
from the breath of autumn,
breath of life from the nostrils of hope;
I smile at my lady who looks graciously captivating
like the red and pink maples and apples on my left;
this cozy feeling sends me into  a trance.....

Trees branches spread the rays of the yellow sun,
like the beam of a strong musical concert,Illuminating the stage.
The displays of yellow,green and red foliage turn
the road and pathway into a superb international fashion show;
on the floor lies leaves of different colors
forming a crispy soft carpet on the ground,
`Oh! it reminds me of my wedding day`,
atmosphere full of heavenly bliss,...

I jerk back to the present as zephyr touches me
gently and whistles softly into my ears;
The birds flap their wings to give the almighty
a clap offering for this beautiful Cre..a..t.ion,
my lady looks at my face and nods happily,
squeezing my right hand reassuringly,
Kismet has blessed us with autumn,once again!.

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Memories On Branches

My, you’re brimming with eggs, oh singing robin redbreast,
Fly to the mulberry branch with your saffron yarn to build your nest.

And hello, mandarin butterfly, look how anxiously you flit,
Here and there until at last upon the elm branch you sit.

Look on the hickory branch, you can observe a predator stalk,
The neighborhood hawk will hoist his prey to the tower loft.

A squirrel launches from an overhead limb into midair, 
It rattles loose an avalanche of snow on my scalp and in my hair.

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A Luxury Sedan

A luxury sedan in a lone location
Moves along in endless time.
To be, to pass, and yet remain
Unmoved, untouched,
Always the same.

Suntapped tapers of autumn branches 
Spread and splinter, stark and bare
Against a sky of steely grey.
Heavy forks of oak and maple
Interlace in timeless arcs.
Complex fractals form labyrinths
Against a sky of pale contrast.

Through this nest of wood there passes
A road alive with sounds that ebb and flow
Of passing tires on hardened pavement
Sending sounds of whispered lapping
Like the sound of ocean waves
Softly washing a moonlit bank.

The sounds emerge and fade again
As swiftly as the sinking sound
Of silken sand drifting from a hand, 
Then subside again leaving only silence.
A lingering lapse of time unmoved 
Remains behind – an eternal lair.

All around the darkening road,
Trees rise stately, solid, strong.
Branches lift in exaltation
In a greeting to face the evening.
Dusk moves gently, stealing slowly, 
Like the folding of a mourning dove’s wing.

And still the sound of sighs persist,
Of passing cars on cold asphalt.
Untouched, unmoved by nature’s grace.
Without a glance, the drivers move
To never taste the felicity
Of the silent song within 
The deeply shadowed surrounding wood. 

A luxury sedan in a lone location
Moves along in endless time.
To be, to pass, and yet remain
Unmoved, untouched,
Always the same.

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Golden Leaf

Golden Leaf Alone,

Falling Through Days Final Light,

To Land Among Friends.

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The Shady Oak

From a seed that's put in the Earth
Sprouting its way out of the dirt
Growing enough throughout its youth
To mature into bearing fruit

Every Autumn leaves will fall
Then grow again by Nature's laws
When it becomes what it was not
There'll always be a shady spot

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How I Long For--

My dreams are falling apart
In Your hands, I pray (for joy), "Take heart!"
You are the stars - searing my 
Soul is kneeling to the ground
Trace my future and take wing
Towards the pathway...You find peace
You are an angel in my--

Heart is bleeding soundlessly
Above land...I mourn so sweet
I am the clouds - carrying a 
Gallon of grief...release me!
Place me in fields of love and
Forgive me and lift me up
You are the heavens to my--

Heart is beating profoundly
Without Your heart's joyous song
You are the sun - nourishing 
My lambs are grazing around,
Roving in fields of splendor,
Enlightening the darkness
You are an apple to my--

Eye is grieving...losing sight
Of Your glory...I feel lost
You are the lake - sparkling with
Delight and Luck! Bring us home!
Grow like a morning glory
In the autumn time, You thrive
You are valuable to my--

Eye is twinkling...praying for 
Insight...yearning for Your sight
You are the hills - guiding my
Mind is longing for your mirth--
Restoring peace to my verse,
Sprouting forth grace and freedom
You are the train tracks, bearing--

My train of thought...making my
Steel spirit connect with Yours
You are the valley - between
The mountains guarding us all,
Building strength to fragile bones,
Welcoming a stream of hope
You are my map - lending me

YOUR helping hand I would take
Now, I could take Your challenge
You are like a maze filled with
Mysteries conceal the truth;
I fight with all of my might
And I BEG for Your mercy
To mend my once blissful dreams!

How I long for Your mercy...

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Fading Canopies

Canopies did bloom Lady Autumn had her say Winter she invites

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A gentle caress of an autumn breeze, 
as I walk along the road covered in leaves.

The colors surround me, vivid and bright, 
as I savor this autumn sight.

Shades of green, brown, red, and gold, 
October puts on a spectacular show.

Hear a rustle in the leaves, 
squirrels collecting nuts for a winter's feast.

Smell the cool, crisp air, 
soon the woodlands will be brown and bare.

Reminding us that winter will soon be here, 
the whitest season of the year.

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Late Summer Slow Dance

Midnight in the garden. 
Spring thrills of trial, 
error and discovery 
pruned, watered, and fed. 
Familiar now 
fruits ripening 
promising bounty 
for autumn harvest 
and late winter sowing.

We sway 
by the still warm breeze 
gently rustling the leaves 
and our souls 


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Outside our cottage door.

     Winter's promise
foreclosing on the fall,
    dust of ashes
blowing burning colors,
bits of autumn leaves
         that fell
to the wind and more,

Remember ......
       in the winter
       crisp joys,
the frosty kiss of dawn,
     tears of dew,
      so cold upon the roses,
  announcing changes,
emanating from the very bones,
    the marrow,
of the deeper darker
world outside our cottage door.

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October Georgia

October Georgia faintly whispers... Whistling gaps between the autumn days She plucks the blues in windy back wood fiddles Hums hymns of Evergreens across the open space And around the rustic corners Blackbird banjoes play Echo callings that cannot wake Towns and sleepy hollows forgotten Or shake the fields off of southern snow The bleeding heart of silent cotton Confederate clouds sky beards lazily wave Soothing horizons and the ears of God’s children Preaching sounds that lead from Sabbath churches Fruit sweeter than the sweetest Dixie peaches October Georgia faintly whispers A simpler and easy life downhome tradition And all can feel it beneath their bones The tickle of her southern music

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FALL -Heartbeat

~Fall~ (Heartbeat) Feel the chill ******everywhere Fall is wonderful***And you can have fun In so many ways is different from The other three seasons and there's just none Like fall you can see the trees changing Colors as they show beautiful hues Sometimes you can smell cinnamon Which lingers in the air with Pumpkin pie in the mix Children have fun Play with leaves That covers Ground Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015 January,05,2015
"Heartbeat" "Heartbeat" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, on September 17,2010.

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Falling Shadows

In the falling shadows of autumn’s reds and yellows,
Children dance across concrete sidewalks, 
	Laughing in and out of the bright, white street lights of Eighth Street.
	Screen doors slam at nine, dogs yap, yapping in the backyard
As rustling leaves blow from manicured and watered
green lawn to green lawn
the full, white moon shines down, down across town
	dusty yard to dusty yard
The rustling leaves blow, scratch at the earth,
	Screen doors slam, sirens sound, mothers’ screaming,
Screaming in and out of the darkness of broken, yellow street lights,
Children dance across concrete sidewalks,
In the falling shadows of autumn’s reds and yellows.

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I took a walk along the path of memories,
Somewhere filled with shadows of "you and me".
And as the breeze echoed your laughter,
As the wind whispered my name with your voice,
As the lake reflected a picture of us together,
I looked around me and saw...
       the beauty of spring we never shared,
       traces of summer we spent apart,
       autumn leaves falling as I stand there alone,
       showing signs of winter....
       ...bringing memories of you.

Seasons change,
And your world has change with the seasons.
Yet  something inside me remains the same.
       New life may bloom each spring,
       the sun may smile upon you each summer,
       nights may last longer each autumn
       and the snow may cover memories each winter.

But my heart...
       it always speaks of you,
       it always beats for you,

My heart belongs to you...


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Lessons From The Leaves and The Tree I

Lessons From The Leaves and The Tree I
( Life's Journey)

Life was beautiful
for all the leaves in the tree
in spring and summer

They flourished and bloomed
under the warm summer sun
and sweetest spring rain

Their color brightened
to a lovely shade of green
that glowed with beauty

Flowering blossoms
from the buds of the fruit tree
brought joy and delight

Little birds would peck
as they sit on the branches
on the lush green leaves

It was the best time
of their lives atop the tree
filled with happiness

But life has seasons
that never stay all the time
they come and they go

Spring and summer passed
autumn came and its cold winds
changing all the leaves

Turning their color
from bright green to brown and red
yellow and orange

Their brightness faded
their loveliness spent and gone
making them pale and weak

How seasons changed them
tempering all their nature
through adversities

Winter will arrive soon
and do her task of sweeping
the bough of the tree

The faded leaves will go
and leave the tree to herself
to make room for spring

When new leaves will grow
to replace those that have gone
in the cold winter

In such a lifetime
they have gone through all seasons
in smooth and rough times

That is how life goes
for all the leaves in the trees
in the cycle of life

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August 30th 2012

Summer is finally leaving to rest,
As the trees are ceasing to look their best.
Life... Gathering, running, taking flight.
Leaves are flying, yet never losing sight.
As the days grow shorter, nights even colder.
The trees grow bare...Although beauty is still there.
Listen as the leaves whisper, feel as the breeze brushes your cheek...
Winter is almost here, grows weaker.
But listen...can you hear it?
It's coming... wait! The fall, it's here...(;

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Where Oh Where Did Autumn Go

Woke up this morning to some snow,
Where oh where did Autumn go?
We went from roasting to deep freeze,
When did the leaves fall from the trees?
When did the Conker Season end?
It’s something I can’t comprehend,
Why should Autumn seem much shorter,
Than any other yearly quarter?
How could I a whole season miss?
Could climate change be blamed for this?
I’m afraid I just don’t know,
Where oh where did Autumn go?

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Three truant scholars spending our sabbaticals
in crisp Colorado, we all re-read Walden,
dared to drink from streams so icy clear
the fish seemed suspended in mid-air.
Our flimsy nylon shelters shielded us
from what weather there was to worry on,
as summer slipped to autumn
and autumn waned winterward.

We walked well-wooded hillsides
of mixed conifers and broadleaf;
in deep drafts we breathed the earthy air,
interpreting the dent and trace of tracks.
Four full years past we trekked those trails
through stands of timber frequented by fox,
by birds, by deer -- and by growling grizzlies.

Now, when my son hugs his honey bear,
red-jacketed, black-button eyed,
I see the hellish maw, the blooded claw,
of the brownish-yellow raging beast
that tore off my arm and maimed two sages,
amid the yellow quaking aspen
where, yet, that gory grizzly ages.

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Autumn colors

Love this color show
as autumn trees shed their leaves,
green foliage turns to
bright yellow,orange and red
caused by pigments reflections.

Olusegun Arowolo  Date:08-17-2012

Contest:" Autumn or Fall Colors" sponsored by  Russel Sivey

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This last autumn leaf

This last autumn leaf
Without resistance it falls.
Then drifting gently,
It lands it's golden form
upon her soft, smiling face.

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about the ashes

Mnemosyne's colour wheel glitches through August,
on that candid orange the dogs howled into
during our autumn countdown.
When we still had a countdown.
When we still had August. 

I remember the moonlight traveling westward 
and seeing your face lined with silver.
I remember Artemis taking an emergency exit and landing,
landing in the closest pool of warmth. You, you, you.
And I remember dreaming. I remember testing 
what the world was like outside of you.

The singed leaves remind me how to breathe
on this street, the same way you used to.
I am learning about the ashes.
Sometimes we must burn the atlas
before charting ourselves from scratch.
Sometimes love must die, first.

In heaven's attic, even angels lose their meaning.
Returning only, when someone remembers:
the attic is still a part of home.
When touching means dust on your fingers.
When suddenly, you are intruding.

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Autumn Colours

evening curtains appear;
leaves decorate ground
in yellow and red shades

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Down Where

Down where the river bends between
Two mountains steep, autumn breezes
Stir trees, blow leaves to harvest glean
There's an isle one could live in ease

See from whence the river doth come
And which way it doth flow, open
Window to life above, how life hums
Miles below, time and again

One could see activity flow.
Each day's sunrise 'pon the mountain
Everyday's sunsets westerly show
A hermit's isle which in thoughts remain

How constant the gold sun would rise
Each night the moon would shine its light
Steady like God's grace that great prize 
The open door to heaven's home and delight


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Mother Natures Mastepiece

Mother Nature is an artist!
She really has no peers!
Her masterpiece is, Autumn!
Has been for years and years!

Just pause, and take a conscious look,
at Autumn's scenic view!
Blazing colors, bright and bold!
red, orange, and yellow, too!

The Harvest Moon shines brightly!
Orange pumpkins, all around!
The Autumn breeze, blows gently,
as the leaves, fall to the ground!

Barn Owls, gather in the night.
Turkeys and Pheasants both abound!
Cobs-of-corn in multitude,
lie on the leafy ground!

Geese in V-formation, 
seeking a warmer clime!
Cicada and the Sassafras,
prove it's Autumn time!

Crickets chirping, all around,
piercing the Autumn air,
you know it's "Indian Summer",
'cause their sounds are everywhere!

It's time to sit, around the fire,
to enjoy the stirring sights,
drinking coffee and hot cocoa,
to counteract the chilly nights!

Enjoy this beauty, while you can!
Such a colorful array!
You know, it won't be all that long,
till Winter comes our way!

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Autumn Road

It’s certainly known that Fall is in the air The beauty that is present surely astounds The red leaves are blowing, falling with great care With the yellow and orange leaves that abounds They create a crunchy path through a forest There still are mosquitoes around that are pests Beauty’s prevalent in this peaceful abode Wouldn’t you like a walk down an Autumn road?
Russell Sivey

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Autumn is here

A short autumn's day
Brings forth the long autumn night
A horrible sight

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The Kiss Of Autumn


While summer sheds her native clothes- Mother Nature seduces her to dream
   For she has painted the world with her exquisite apparel 
She's embraced the shore with her colorful garments
Now autumn will kiss the Earth with brilliant hues of golden reds
   Parading us with all her painted glorious scenes 

Summer whispers...”It’s time now for fall - time for me to undress”
  She asks the moon to wait patiently for her colorful return
Where once more - she'll paint the world with her radiant tresses
  Brushing the world in her glorious summer clothes 
Dressing up once again in her brilliant picturesque dresses 

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The smell of autumn

The smell of autumn on the breeze

make's me feel so serene

Colored leaves floating down

lay a blanket of beauty on the ground

When the sun rise's up

splaying out it's radiate light

touching dew covered leave's

Red, Gold and Green

A faucet of tranquill reflection

Creating a scene to be seen

Wrapping the heart with gratefull intent

Relaxing the mind from all life's extremes

Leaving behind all the stress and bad dreams

Blocking the toxic seeping of noise

There is only me and the tree's

and the smell of autumn on the breeze


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Appalachian Seasons

We welcome Spring with blooms
From bright red and yellow tulips
It feels like the season of flumes
With the scent of fresh hyssops

Summer skies roll on around
With gently floating white clouds 
Fresh mown lawns cover the ground
Leaving crisp, emerald shrouds

When Autumn happens through
With orange, red and amber hues
The entire world is a changed view
Mountains painted brilliantly new

Winter covers the world in white
Enchanting icicles hanging from trees
All the world is dazzling even at night
It’s a wonderland of a peaceful freeze

Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter
In the Appalachian Mountains we find
There is no place to be found any better
Seasons of bliss surround us with a design

God’s paintbrush has chosen our world
To leave impressions of such joy and beauty
Colors assorted, mixed and swirled
To create a vision of dreamy bounty

 ©July 29, 2014
Written for Vibrant Verses Contest

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trail coffee

morning coffee cooked brewed on open flame hot into a tin cup belongs in the woods on an autumn morning

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Autumn Leaves

Summer laid its fully taste
over flowers, over trees,
and a laden, heavy sky,
lingers on in mysteries.

Time has come for drunken clouds,
plunging in a turquoise sky,
driven by the autumn´s breath,
through the golden wheat and rye,
braiding early autumn´s wreath. 

Trees are colouring their leaves,
summer birds will cease to sing,
and an early autumn breeze,
messages of tales,
carried on a fuzzy wing.

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In Colors

As Oaks Standing Firm Through Cold Autumn Rain,

Our Past In Leaves Flutter Down,

Feeding Growth, In Colors.

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Leaves on my Front Porch

During Autumn months Leaves flow onto the front porch Red and orange leaves Those brown ones hang on the trees Cool crisp air carries them up They twist, twirl around Working their way up the stairs Floating in the breeze Making statement of delight Grand sight, spectacular show
Russell Sivey

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Autumn Beauty

Autumn time is here once more 
Unique colors on nature’s floor.
The leaves fall from high above
Untapped beauty; just like a dove.
Months of snow will soon arrive
Now we only have piles of leaves to dive.
Before we must shovel drives of snow
Enjoy- before the cold winds blow.
Autumn colors of red and gold
Unveil the wonder that the season holds.
The joy’s of fall are all around
You must get ready; we’re autumn bound.


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First Frost of the Season

First Frost of the Season
By Reg Rhodes

September 1st; the first frost of the season.
The coolness in the air inspires my imagination.

What new adventures will the Rocky Mountain winter bring?
How much snow will fall before spring?

350 inches of snow, or more?
I'm so happy to once again live my life the way it was before!

My snowmachine still waits in summer hibernation.
The sight of it makes me giddy with anticipation.
Soon, I will be rushing down high mountain chutes, overwhelmed with exhilaration.

The smell of snowmobile exhaust Invokes reflections of fresh powder flowing over the top of my sleds hood.
Floating through the mountain powder makes me feel so incredibly good!

What snowy treasures hidden in the backcountry, will we find?
When we explore the endless acres of immense forest pine. 
The trees will beckon to me; and I'll leave my worries behind.

It is in the deep snows and thick pines; where I find my solace and inner peace.
The sight of snow capped mountain tops provides me with a wonderful spiritual release!

The early fall frosts reward me with immense inspiration;
to once again embrace life, and the unique winter season!

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Mice roller derby

mice roller derby 
begins at dusk in my home
… AUTUMN has arrived 

for Lauren

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Pretty autumn shades 
vanish , seasons lay hidden
beneath winter's snow

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Autumns here, not to cold
Roses are still blooming
Looking around I see lots to do
Dead heading,weeding and pruning

Bulbs ive bought for next year
To pop their heads up here and there
And the sweet pea seed pods
Are drying in the air

It's time to tidy up our plot
With lots of digging too
Weeds to pull, beds to hoe
Lots of things will have to go

You know you have to be a little brave
If that roseyou want to save
But you will learn that over time
You have to be cruel
Just to be kind

The flower beds need a tidy
Take all the dead stuff off the top
Veg plotsbeing well dug over
Waiting for next years crop

Pruning back wayward branches
Collecting  seeds, next year to sow
Burning up the collected debre
Long gone are the neat vegies in straight rows

The lawn will soon need it's final cut
All the birds have flown their nests
Must take down the nesting boxes
To clean and get rid of pests

September now with harvest moon
Time will fly and very soon
Christmas will be here
I hear you cry
And then its over 
In the blink of an eye

And then ........
Springs around the corner
 With wondrous thing to see
Bulbs popping up above the ground
Giving joy to you and me

And when all the hard works done
You can sit back and be pleased
Wind, frost, rain and sun
You've grown all that you need

The seasons cycle will start again
And it will be time
Seed catalogueat the ready
More varieties to find

Seeds to sow , hpoe they'll grow
The lawn will soon need it's 1st mow 
The summer months to enjoy 
But really it's just a ploy

It all starts again 
For another year 
For harvest festival 
Is here again for another year

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Mora Piya Ghar Aaya - My Beloved Has Returned Home

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home)


the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being,
you left, taking your smile and mine,
my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill.


pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights,
my tears remain frozen, within,
unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies.


birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around,
memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked,
and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook.


alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire,
yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies,
dancing on clouds, blissfully free,


heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream,
rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears,
and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go,
and though I may wear the mask of the clown,
if you were to leave again,
my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.

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One little flower
Trembles in the autumn breeze
Imagining warmth

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Orange and yellow, brown and red,
Colours abound in this Autumn season.
The sun still shines, but the air is crisp.
October temperatures change without reason.
Before us lies the Winter we dread,
Ending our Autumn, all too soon.
Retiring its reign, with the full harvest moon.

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My Autumn Dream

While talking an early morning walk,
the air is crisp and cool,
serenading Nature’s creation
indicating the Autumn Season is here.

Orange, brown and yellow 
are the colors of the tree leaves
making the trees appear to dance
with the Autumn season scene.

Autumn's Dream Contest by Rick Parise

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Autumn Down Our Road

Driving down our country lane yields 
    sweet fragrant orchards and vast pumpkin fields…

The bustling sounds of autumn are heard here and there
    with early signs of harvest, and a rustle in the air 

A tractor is billowing dust up through the trees
      frightening the birds, and disturbing the bees

Tall wheat has been harvested and raked in high stacks
    Into neat hills and mounds, alongside the old railroad tracks

From the high reaching branches, the ripened fruit has smiled
    with mountains of bushel baskets teetering in piles

Wagons are loaded with round pumpkin faces
    Displaying fall’s bounty so proudly, in warm sunny places

Autumn in my neck of the woods
By Carrie Richards 10/3/11
For Michael's Contest: Falling In Love With Fall

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Beloved, are we going to keep this far

Beloved, are we going to keep this far,
My endeavor made your heart weary,
last night, when like a vision fairy,
you buried under a hollow oak 
eyes darkened as dusk’s smoke… 
Beloved, are we going to keep this far? 
You danced with your fortunate pair: 
The autumn leaves tangled on your hair
were left behind with the same tear
I wiped with a kiss on your face dear. 
Beloved, are we going to keep this far,
Silently walking in this forlorn forest, 
my spirit found warmth and rest
under the rain that bless the pathway 
that guide us to an instantly faraway…
Beloved, are we going to keep this far?
As you comb your hair below the star
that shines mostly when a fleeting guitar 
lure us together in an undying embrace
glowing golden with heavenly grace… 
Beloved, are we going to keep this far…

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The Days Of Fall

Fall days are so beautiful,
Where the leaves change colors,
And show us the colors of life,
As we all know,
We all have the same beauty,
If we take the time,
To discover it within each other,
For this is tyhe true beauty,
That is within to unlock,
To Find and make it so.

The days of fall,
Brings us the cooler tempatures,
Which is very nice,
But if we wait paiently,
For winter to pass,
To see Spring to arrive,
To bring us the beautiful colors,
That God can create,
During the seasons,
For us to enjoy,
Over and over again,
Which children enjoy the seasons,
Cause the warmer tempatures,
Or the fallen leaves,
They can jump and into and dive.

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Field of Wind

Between roads ever traveled by.
A field beautiful beneath sky,
Captured to live ever so high,
Nothing really, though I may lie.
True Mother Nature’s dreams display.
Breaking winds visit seasons glow.
Various shades place and show,
This glorious field to know,
Not ever in disarray.

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Misty Rain

M	oving steadily like bands of ghosts
I	ndifferent to the weakened rays of the sun
S	oft as rose petals falling on my skin
T	ickling, playfully teasing, fantasy
Y	ielding air as fresh as morning dew

R	endering these quiet moments for introspection	
A	s earth tone colored leaves dance in mid air
I	vites me for a quick walk through the park
N	o other season like autumn does it for me

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African Autumn

Finally its October
The harmattan is coming
I can perceive it
Now the African autumn has arrived
The harvest is drawn nigh

The next morn
You see the trees adorned
With blending hues of orange and brown,
A carpet of brown leaves you see
Lying on the dry, sunbaked earth
Ready to render their orchestral piece
As you tread on them 
And dance for joy to the rhythmical crackle
Of nature's music
The African autumn has arrived

On the 31st
October will stealthily leave us,
But presents he will leave us
Not under the old Christmas tree
But on the trees

Presents of differing sizes, tastes and colours
October has left us 
If only we are clever
To seek the best of these present
This is an African autumn.


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New Dawn

Zest is in my heart
And bliss is in the air
As sanguine clouds have given way
To a new dawn so fair

Buds are blooming into flowers
And nature is burgeoning with joy
As the dead autumn has given way
To a new spring so joyous


Details | Sijo | |

Natural Language

Fallen Autumn leaves know the babbling water's dialect,
the language of the mute stream, Socratic running of its mouth.
Pretzeled on a stump, I dream what horrors and wonders I've missed.

Details | Quatrain | |


I missed the autumn leaves this year.
I rested while they fell.
Tomorrow is another day
we'll hear the church's bell.

The days seem slightly shorter.
The sunshine rather keen.
Closer is the horizon
and night a cooler scene.

The smell of leaves surrounds me.
A wiff after a woft.
The wind shaping the future.
My fate become aloft.

Plastic drapes the gardens.
It's cold air sealed in.
Condensation top-side
and dust where sun has been.

There's trimmings by the roadside
bagged and tied with twine.
Pruned to end the season.
Clippings from the vine.

A garden hose gone missing.
Stored inside the shed.
Drained of all it's water
and exhausted in it's bed.

The dew upon the grass blades
beckoning the sun.
Each morning leaving sooner
as Autumn comes undone.

Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn Colours

I shuffle through the rustling leaves,
As others fall like rain;
I love the shades of reds and golds -
But sweeping up’s a pain!

Jack Horne, 14th August, for Russell’s Autumn Colours contest

Details | Free verse | |


On through the ripples,
Through the shunts and the brushes,
The flickering chants,
The whispered gloom.
I walked, in a still coldness,
Watching in through the firm, glass panes
Of this pavement I made.
There stood three evil eyes
Perched high with a burning, solemn glare
Clad in black.

I stood with living numbness,
Drowned in the rain;
Exempt from their shelter
But Separate from their cave.

My walk was long,
Soon I saw the clouds part;
I gazed, perhaps glided into the blue depth.
The soulful reflection painted within the bay-shaped sapphire,
 Too long had I ignored myself… 
Depicting a girl, content in her smile
But mirrored by her counterpart.
I suddenly became aware
How rain and sun fall from the same sky.

The hush of the oak branches,
Passing through the park;
Reminded of the ease of empty summers;
Where my eyes couldn't reach the gate.

I turned a corner to the child’s trumpet,
Hollow with smiles
The off and empty notes
Passed right through me.
Was she, blissfully lost to her tune,
Or lost in the dissection of each note?
Lost in the mimicking of each line?
Lost, so that in the process, the bigger meaning faded.

This world holds its breath
In a struggle.
I step alone,
Across stone and soft earth,
Between kindled mirth:
In this summer losing its youth.
This day, this deep
Meander of thought,
Where I looked at the world to find myself.

Then I was laughing at my difference.

 Here is the number to my door,
To The World beyond. 

For Fragment competition
2nd September 2013

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Autumn Suprise

I am so intrigued with my minds wandering
The deposits of endurance only keep me awake
The criminal element of my soul is yearning 
Have I dreamed this adventure?
The killing fields littered with bodies 
Too much blood to digest, the animals circling, lust in their eyes
My sense of right and wrong altered
In another state of mind
Go to the tower recognize your width
The eve of tomorrow is here not in the distant future
You are the one element of nature to reclaim your right
Murder is a word only in your competitive nature
Gain the advantage crush the only thing that keeps you alive 
The fall winds are shifting, the moon is so full
It's as if you can't come back It's deep in your soul
Breathe, breathe take everything you can
Your life is about to transcend 

Details | Sonnet | |

Signs of autumn

The signs of autumn are upon us. Wow!
The Sun is heading south and harvesting
Is ready for a host of crops by now.
In early fall the days are warm as spring.
The leaves are turning yellow, some are red
And few are brown as yet. The oaken tree
Is dropping fruit and squirrels running ahead
Of other squirrels to claim a guarantee
Impending drops are won. The scent of leaves
Is carried by Septembers gentle breeze
Throughout the day bestirring memories
Of seasons past: A time of youth, who seized
The autumn moments with a measured scheme:
To laugh and play; to sing; to love and dream.

Details | Name | |

Weeping whispering willow



Details | Free verse | |

kissing for fires

the evergreen has started to darken as our lips meet beauty overcomes us while we watch the flames devour the forests yet nothing burns, only the passion i feel for you fires end has come once more i see her eyes, all else is collected of their beauty we cannot compare to her eyes while the flame dies this stranger stares at me smiling she says "i am autumn come with me, we are meant to be" the evergreen starts to darken as our lips meet while we are devoured by the flames none can compare to her beauty
Contest Falling in Love in the Fall Ethan Plummer

Details | Rhyme | |

Hitting On Lady October

I’d like to grab Lady October And steal away with her To my private lair I’d like to shake free The autumn leaves That decorate her hair I’d like to gaze Thru autumns haze Into her walnut eyes Hold her tight in thrall Until next Fall…or.. At least til Winter dies But she’s much too clever For me to ever Cause her sap to rise She’ll leave me cold Though I might make so bold To tell her old man’s lies I’d like to have her Lay with me Share my bed, my love, my life But she turns me down With a frosty frown Says “old man, get a life!” So who says life is fair? Not me says I, with wistful sigh Who knows? Perhaps next year I’ll get lucky…(and she’ll come around) At least I’ll give it a try!

Details | Rhyme | |

Grandma's Picket Fence

Thirty feet of white picket fence, doesn't sound that exciting. But Oh, to see the blood red blooms, of a Rambler at one end entwining. In and out, it weaves its spell, all but hiding the aged white boards. The picket fence holds strong and true, a trellis to the Rose it affords. At the other end of the yard, where the fence meets a lamp pole, stands a lush Butterfly Bush. Leaning on the pickets as if it were old. A Lilac so full as to block the light, draping clusters of flowers like grapes. For months hiding the fence from our sight, beneath a butterfly enshrouded cape. Sunflowers stand tall and proud, a stone birdbath adds rustic flair. Against a backdrop of metered white, vibrant colors scent the air. The Pear tree adorns the picket fence, with dappled shade, then Autumn leaves. While birds alight atop worn points, eating the ripe sunflower seeds. Thirty feet of white picket fence, doesn't sound that exciting. Until you saw the one in Grandma's yard, a tranquil scene that was so inviting.

Details | Haiku | |

Autumn Begins

Wind blowing softly
Tree branches swaying in the wind
Leaves begin to drift

Details | Rhyme | |

Sunset Sunrise

The sun a brushstroke In the distance A streak of crimson 'neath the dark A palette pale Of Autumn pastel… The horizon only A morbid mark Purple clouds Weigh down the sun Brilliant lit below Yet dark as ink atop Cloudbanks press The glow to none… And cause the light To dim…then stop Violet hues Mottle the sky And daylight bruised Bids the land goodbye Takes it’s rest In it’s nighttime nest Licks it’s wounds Til darkness swoons Then once again, e'er true Our sunny friend Returns anew… To once more paint the sky

Details | Ode | |



Dusk of the year
Blowing so cool
I welcome you

You bring fresh
Skin tingling breezes
That caress me 
And whisper of the wonders to come
I always longingly expect you
Waiting anxiously 
Hoping you will be
Laden with bounty 

You are a time to gather
A time to recollect 
A time to get ready for the 
Winter's night

Your soothing wind
Is gladly welcomed 
After the summer’s heat

Autumn how I have missed you so 
Sweet logs crackling on a warm fire
Make me content
Experiencing you
I feel blessed by you 

Harvest time summons when you appear
Nature’s abundance seems to overflow 
I marvel at the wonders you always bring

Time of gathering
Time of coming rest
I thank you most sincerely 
For I have worked hard and need the rest

May the pleasant glow of the sun
And nights so cool
Be prolonged 

I wish you welcome 
For I have so missed you so

Details | Rhyme | |


 Autumn leaves fall as i watch
 Mesrmerized by their beauty
 Blowing gently in the breeze
 Embracing once again their
 Regeneration in time

Details | Free verse | |

Enigmatic Lane

Enigmatic Lane

This enigmatic lane-
I’ve walked long.
And now I see
Only barren lands,
A mere setting sun,
And a vague horizon.

I turn to look back
Along this enigmatic lane.
And then I see
Those umpteen vicissitudes,
Those sudden meanders,
Those familiar turns,
Those abrupt detours.

Down this enigmatic lane,
There have been
Many a rich meadows,
Many a bleak wastelands,
Millions of pompous marches,
Millions of disconcerting dirges,
Several comforts of love,
Several cruelties of reclusion.

Along this enigmatic lane
I may no longer tread, for-
As I now halt, I ponder-
Perpetuation has always been
The ruse of fleeting phases,
And what worth has it been
To walk this enigmatic lane.

Details | ABC | |

An Autumn Scene

A falling leaf,
a step in time,
the tune of my thoughts,
set in rhyme,

The autumn sun,
sets a scene,
through the shadow,
of the trees,
it spreads it's beam,

A ray of colours,
fills the sky,
up and over,
the hills so high,

A fresh watery breeze,
brushes my face,
as I stand and stare,
at this wonderful place,

This place is our home,
where we belong,
full of beauty,
and nature's song,

whenever we can,
we should embrace,
the gift of nature,
and all its grace.

Details | Haiku | |

cool damp autumn air

cool damp autumn air contains much ragweed pollen... surround sound effects

Details | Verse | |

Maiden in the sky

Chained Lass Distressed damsel Gallant Perseus rescues Greek Goddess of fertility Starry Andromeda! North sky An Autumn eve Glittery silver net spread Adorned with floral colored specks Sparkling scenic delight! 6/07/2012 Yesha Shah For: Pen a pensee contest By: Nette Onclaud

Details | Free verse | |


I dream of a world
Where all the four seasons mingled in harmony:
The summer sun casts its fire upon us
In which its warm and glow shone with hope in our hearts
Pushes us to the limit
And entangled us with its passionate ember

The winter breeze casts its spell upon us
Blowing the cold air like prancing fairies
Reaching up to the mountain alps
Climbing with ease, trotting the icy pathway
Sacrificed by love, the wind moves on and on

The autumn leaves fall in agony
Sob in its very own tears
Chained with painful memories
Its spirit flew away
Its life trap in perpetual misery

The colorful spring came along
With music and parade behind its tail
The flowers sing the song of harmony
The river flows away the misery
The calm wind blows with nature's love
The sun shines down hope into our hearts

Details | Free verse | |

Autumn Colors

The autumn leaves come twirling down from the trees
With beautiful shades of gold and amber dancing in the sky
They are so majestic and graceful like a ballerina
A great noise to hear is the crisp leaves crunching under my feet

By: Sabrina Robillard
Contest: Autumn, Fall Colors

Details | Free verse | |

Tell Me A Tale

Tell me a tell of summers' past. 
Of Sunsets and seashells lying in our path.

Tell me a tale of Autumn leaves, crunching beneath our feet.
Of cold crisp air that kisses our cheeks.
Of Autumn's pallet that stains mountain peaks.

Tell me a tale of dark skies contrasting the white snowfall.
Of red cheeks and noses. 
Of sleigh rides and mistletoe. 
Of Singing Christmas carols.

Tell me a tale of melting snow.
Of flowers blooming and birds chirping.
Of the sun peeking up at the big blue sky.
Of little ducks swimming with their mothers in ponds nearby.

Tell me a tale of seasons.
Of all the wonderful things to know.
Of life's simplicities.
And all the stories you know.

Details | Haiku | |

Night Autumn Psalm

Night autumn psalm:
firefly glows, my
wife is calling

Details | Acrostic | |

Autumn - Alphabet Poem

Ashes prepare for the fire’s glow
Umbrellas twirl under the rain
The leaves voice a radiant symphony
Uttering a beautiful season
Many feathers thread their way south
Nature’s clock spinning a bridge to winter

Details | Lanterne | |


glowing trees
the last hurrah

Details | Haiku | |


winter whispers hi-

a discoloured Autumn dream

fades,and slowly dies

Inspired by Raul's latest photo

Details | Free verse | |

A Divine Autumn Day

How glad my soul's eyes were, to see
such a beautiful sight! It was as though a piece of heaven
was brought down on Earth by an Invisible Hand. The red and yellow leaves
reflecting on a pond;
the pond as clear as a giant crystal;
and the air calm, with only serene silence,
a feeling of divinity got hold of me!

Details | Haiku | |

AUTUMN haiku

                                             shivered  yellow sun
                                      struck by autumn demureness
                                             scurries to the west

Details | Tanka | |

One Cricket

One cricket rubs legs Singing his jimminey song Crows are silent now No vultures fly high circling A quiet autumn twilight

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Old Styles Old Smiles

One fine blustering autumn day an old man puts on his boots pulls up his trousers off he goes,
If anyone wondered where he was going it was to a forest a good long walk it was a fine day,
The old man walked at a leisurely pace stopping every now and again pulling up his trousers,
Looking over fences just to see what the farmer’s men were up to and who was ploughing today.

In his days, the prime of his life, he and his old horse would plough the fields from early morning,
Working through the day stopping for a bottle of cold tea a loaf of bread and a large lump of cheese,
The horse had a nosebag and while they rested, eating, the clapper of the bird boy could be heard,
He would work on until the sun went down on a blue horizon and shadows disappeared with the day.

As he paused he took pleasure at the sight of fat cattle and poultry roaming around the farmhouse,
Duck and geese and turkeys busying themselves beside the big barn doors pecking out the chaff,
And he could hear the flail, or the swipple, knocking the corn, as the bails piled high in the barn,
Happy that all was well he carried on walking, smiling and made his way up to the brow of a hill.

As a young farmer he leaped over stiles and ran in the corn, the land was his workplace and home,
There was no job he could not do or did not enjoy doing, whatever needed doing it had to be done,
His arms were so thick, strong, the farm girls giggled but could not get their hands all the way round,
He used to blush as each girl tried, he was a bit shy, but it made him feel good to be so very strong.

He also stopped at stiles, or a rustic bridge casting its arch over water, fish swam in the shallows
Breathing in deeply through his nose, sampling the fresh autumnal air, a bonfire in the distance,
After looking all around he wished he had brought some tackle to catch some for his late dinner,
Never mind he thought it’s another day tomorrow I will be up here to fish at the crack of the dawn.

In his young days he was not allowed to fish the river, so in the moonless nights he would poach,
Beautiful brown trout as fresh as a berry from a tree eaten with warm bread a feast fit for a king,
It would not be long before he stopped again getting his breath resting for a few short minutes,
As his lungs filled with the purest of pure air he restarted his country walk and relived his life.

He passed by clusters of rich, jetty blackberries hanging from a hedge and took time to pick a few,
And clusters of nuts hanging by the wayside through the copse on his way along a little old lane,
And in all this natural beauty the old man seemed to have enjoyment of a child one more time,
The world moved around but this time backwards he saw the things he used to see as a young boy

Details | Rhyme | |


On a serene Autumn night when the waning moon
hangs in the middle of the murky sky, 
it seems a huge yellow balloon;
stardust falls as pollen from flowers around the pound,
and it doesn't pelt as rain, but make a cascading sound...
every shadow vanishes along with the owls' cry.

Bedazzled, I hold out my anxious hands to catch that shower of light gold,
and it falls gently as transparent raindrops bouncing only once,
then settling as sand after a whirlwind lasting the briefest second;
so heavy it becomes, that I let some escape without reluctance:
spreading it on the leaves of the scented spruces that attract moonbeams...
a thought comes to me, " Such should be the color of real dreams!

Details | Rhyme | |

A Road to Nowhere

A road to nowhere A picturesque scene of trees turning bare Fresh autumn scents filling the air And a young woman on a journey traveling from here to there With a slow, steady pace and tapping shoes She creates an east rhythm to hum along to Walking along, not a care in the world Living her life, and living it well The cool crisp air softly blowing at her knees Coming throughout the autumn trees For a moment it almost seems Things aren't really ever as bad as they tend to seem Soaking in the last bit of light with a peaceful flow She passes along the last few trees with golden leaves shinning abode The now setting sun begins to give off a warm orangey red glow Setting off her long blonde hair as it moves to and fro Then out of the gleaming sky Fighting her rising fear from deep with inside Her heartbeat quickens, as she tries keeping a steady stride Hairs prickling up upon her neck, a raven screeches as it swoops by The absence oh heat, so abrupt Leaves her with chills, so corrupt Touching her soul as if almost freezing up Upon her face lay a perfect cut A gush of wind cuts across her chest And her forehead quickly covers with little beads of sweat Just as she's starting to fear she can't go on She twirls and turns then starts to run She whirls around but falls to her knees Blood slowly dripping down from her cheek The raven appears with an open beak Ans lets out a bloodcurdling screech "Raven, Raven, oh please don't die!" She laughs And looks upon the bird with a menacing smile Then lets out a satisfying sigh "Just please don't die" She gracefully stands with blood-lust filled eyes Her tapping shoes carrying her off into the night Her Raven black hair rocking to and fro And off down the road to nowhere she goes
Inspired by The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe

Details | Rhyme | |

Geese fly by

 It’s Autumn weather, geese fly by,;
Autumn rust,red,gold,so gay

Drystone walls edging fields,

Apples gathered,holly berries

Flash so brightly

Look like flowers

Sun shines sideways,shadows long

Of trees appear.I dwell among

Woods of gentle beeches sing

Swaying with the sideward wind.

See their roots, all intertwined.

Feel their geometry in the mind.

Look up now into the sky,

See the V formation high.

Geese fly home at end of day.

My heart is moved by patterned dance

In this peace and great silence

My mind widens like the sky

And in this moment I would die,

So I would stay with this still vision

Of geese set out on autumn mission.

Snails in rain pools slither near

My feet upon the terrace here

And look,upon their whorled backs

All the sense of life is packed.

And yet so easily Life’s destroyed,

When blind foot steps into the void

Details | Quatrain | |

Seasonal Sanity

Reflections of Autumn on the pond so still
Like a dying rainbow my eyes in fill
A tear drop in fall to this surface of glass
Drifts now forever, but it's always to last

Browns, reds and ochres in kaleidoscopic view
Whilst dark shaped veins start to show true
Trees will appear in skeletal shape
Naked to bare, now having lost their drape

Into Winters abyss of seasonal change
One has to wonder is nature so deranged
Then comes the Spring as we marvel once again
For when we view her Summers, we know she's so sane

Details | Ballade | |

Fall Into Nature's wonders

Walking to a path of red leaf trees,
while having the sun light shines right above me,
sitting in a boat riding down the stream,
an the wind blowing orange and yellow leaves circling around me,
swirling in it like having a daydream.

Everything so bright an yet so clear,
enjoying a day,
with no complaints,
no worries,
no nightmares or fears.
Standing by a lake at night,
watching two swans,
bringing out their wings together
as beautiful as the full moon at midnight.

the swans stared dancing on the lake,
with such passion,
like two lovers holding each other with such grace.
In the end, they start putting their beaks together like a bond,
revealing their symbol of love,
showing me the size of their heart,
a heart so big you can't tear apart.

going back to sleep,
sleeping upon a day that was beyond belief,
and it all started on the first day of Fall,
a season that represent change,
on a day of trees of red leaves
recognize nature's beauty
recognize it all.

Details | Free verse | |

Song of Autumn

A cooling autumn breeze
laden with the perfume of fallen leaves
and forest earth;
an earth of crumbly black
that guards dame nature's hidden scheme.

Tiny squirrels scamper
thither and fro
while below
the forest villain slowly plods
he wears his winter sleeping robe of cinnamon hue.

This is a time when gross delusion falls in sleep
anesthetized by autumn's chastening air
for there are few who really hear
this season's lyric song of quarter tones.

And like the wild berry bush that never cares
if anyone should taste its sumptuous fruit
or if it goes to seed
it is there for the patient and the unafraid.

Details | Free verse | |

Storm in my Head

Storm in my Head

Looking out the window is a waste of time,
for I can feel the wind blowing right against my mind.
But why can’t you feel the wind on your cheek?
Because my mind is lost, and my will is weak.
It’s a beautiful day and the autumn leaves fall, 
but it doesn’t really matter, because it’s storming in my skull.
And why is it that you’re afraid of the weather?
Because inside my head, it’s never getting better.
But what if the rain decides to never stop pouring?
Then the rest of my life will be unhappy and boring.
What if the wind decides to never stop blowing?
Then my mind will continue to keep itself from growing.
But the storm won’t stop, and now it’s raging!
And I’m fading, and the ground is dry, and I can’t understand why.
My God, what’s happening to me?
I can’t hear my thoughts, and I can’t feel myself,
but I can still taste the blood in my mouth, 
and that reminds me, I’m still just human.

Thanks for reading. The weather represents my state of mind at the time I wrote this, and the bad weather relates to depression if you haven't figured it out. Thanks again for reading.

Details | I do not know? | |

The Swaying of the Grass



A path leads,

to where wild grass grows,


sashaying in the summer breeze.




Along the path,
lightness settles within,


feeling the grass,
tickling ankles,


swaying to the lilting bird-song,

in a dance of intimate abandon,


brushing the remnants of pain away.




Melodies float across fields of green,

delicately caressing my heart,


teasing emptiness to flee,

comforting the mind,


to silently be.




Walking on,
savouring the peace,


a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,


all is quiet,


a stillness cradling fractured emotions,


the grass in the fields sway,


dusk descends,


shadows lengthen,


nudging dimming light to take leave,


of the day

Details | Kimo | |



Trees wounded by color's brilliant army--
Sadly I view nature bleed
Ichor, orange and red.

Beneath my feet, earth shivers and cries out,
Do not succumb, 'loved Summer;
She sighs one last sweet breath.

June 15, 2014

Details | Couplet | |

The Tidings of Fall

There a movement in the trees
The goings of an autumn breeze
Tickling leaves of red and gold
Making hot summer into winter cold
And in the air there goes a wisp
Of smoke riding on air so crisp
Of days to come this is a sign
Of seasons change and change in time
For heavy coats and fire bright
New stars to see up in the night
But at this time before the snows
It's falls turn now to put on a show
First one tree and then the next
A show so striking so complex
And looking up the sky so blue
But this is nothing compared to You
A glimpse of Heaven for us to see
A hint to us Your great beauty
But as for now we'll stand amazed
Of wondrous things that You have made
Winter's coming and summer's gone
And fall won't be here very long
Now out the window look alas
Night has come so very fast
Time to sleep but again we'll see
In the morn this great beauty

Details | Blank verse | |

reflection in a window

Reflection in a Window

The bay is steel gray leaden today
five conifers stand ceremonial guard, 
but the mountain, on the other shore, 
has disappeared.
The horizon is near, only ten minutes way,
and beyond there is more sea. 
Slow moving lead waiting to be melted by 
by the sun and turned into spring sea where 
bathers will come swim nude and forget 
about their troubles… 
till autumn calls and dolphins stop playing 
alongside ships,
where seamen stand by its railing and dreams 
of home and yesterday´s landfall.

Details | Quatrain | |

Farewell, Sweet Summer

Farewell, Sweet Summer!

Autumn near, flowers bent towards the sun
Almost prostrating themselves-so distressing 
Like beggars clutching at Jesus, craving the One
Sunbeams turn their backs without even a blessing

So the brightest star pulls away, off somewhere else
It’s got other appointments to keep
In the distance toll the old mission bells
Like a dirge, and the whole garden weeps

Alas, summer is dying, sucking its last muggy breaths
As crickets scrich their sharp taunting jeers
Not many seem saddened at all by this death
And for this passing mourners won’t raise a bier

Autumn is born, its gestation complete
We excitedly awaited your cool advent
No longer stuck in thick, cloying heat
Gone is the summer of our hot discontent

Yes! Fall is born! Let’s give it a name!
It will spend its time blowing chilled breezes
Soon it will set the landscape aflame
As it whirls all the kaleidoscope leaves

Freed from arthritic twigged branches
As fingers release shiny gold coins
Nature’s allegro pirouette dancers
Auditioning for the autumnal Bolshoi

Others float gently through brisk afternoon air
Like large brilliant harvest snowflakes
Landing softly on a grassy blanket there
To wait defenseless, for the merciless rake

Details | Verse | |

Autumn Blessings - Blessed Heart

(Blessed Heart) Feel chill in the******Air everywhere Fall is wonderful***** and you can have fun Cause in so many ways is different from The other three seasons and theres just none Like fall you can see the trees changing Colours as they show beautiful hues Sometimes you can smell cinnamon Which lingers on the air with Pumpkin pie in the mix Children have fun Play with leaves That covers Ground Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 aka ladylove copyright@2014 December,01, 2014 "Blessed Heart" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, on September 17,2010. It consists of 13 lines in total. Line 1: 4 syllables/6 spaces/4 syllable. Line 2: 5 syllables/5 spaces/5 syllables. Then from lines 3 to 11 is: 11/10/9/9/8/7/6/4/3/2/1 syllables Rhyming is optional Any subject Stanzas:1 This form has to be center aligned to show the heart shape.

Details | Rhyme | |

Standing on the Edge

As I stand on the edge
Slowly looking down,
I cannot help but wonder
How far to the ground.

Inside I am shaking
I’m trying to act real brave.
Should I close my eyes and just do it
Or should I smile and wave.

As I stop and look around me 
All my friends have gone,
I’m the only one still hanging here,
 Time that I moved on.

It’s just that I had such a good life,
I loved it so much being here.
I know that my life has expired
But I hold every moment so dear.

Finally I know I must do it
So close my eyes and let go,
I actually feel like I’m floating,
Or flying really slow.

Now as I land I’m astonished
How soft the ground seems to be,
And the pillowy pile where I landed,
Are all the leaves that left before me.

Brenda Meier-Hans
10. 12. 2013

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Autumn leaves cling high in the tree tops
As acorns drop to the bottom.
Summer’s hot days have long since gone
Replaced by the coolness of Autumn.

The roses and mums are still in bloom
For the nights are brisk without frost.
Halloween is just around the corner
With the brilliance of Autumn soon lost.

Dead leaves create the rainbows of Autumn
Red, yellow, orange, purple and brown.
Soon winter shall blanket nature in white
As the seeds of summer lie dormant in the ground.

Wild geese call as they fly in formation
Across the star filled skies of night.
The moon seems larger and has more color
Reflecting with wonder its light.

Autumn for most, is their favorite time of year
Till winter passes and it’s spring once more.
A time of harvest and transformation
As the light of day is shorter than before.

How many Autumns have come and gone
Only God could tell the story.
How many Autumns have we left to enjoy
With their fulfillment, radiance and glory.

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Prelude to Winter

Trees dance while autumn sweeps the day until the music fades but when boughs brood beneath the snow to rest in winter's shade, each naked limb sleeps undismayed
_______________________________ For Andrea's Contest: Envelop Quintet

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Autumn Breeze

silent breeze, with swift precison
strips without notice.
taking all that it touches with it.
but it is too greedy,
and takes more than it can carry
leaving a trail of briliant reds and yellows
-the evidence of a grand theft.
with no one to challenge the autumn breeze,
it continues over yonder in search of the fabled fall
and its gilded trees

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Excuse for not writing

There is little excuse that I can give
For not having written as of late,
Except that my pen has been out of order,
Correlating with the date.

To understand, you must consider:
My pen is made of magic steel
That can predict seasonal change
By changing how its surface feels.

In the spring, the pen is sticky,
As if it were covered in honey sweet,
And in the summer the metal is scorching,
Buring whatever surface it meets.

In autumn season, the metal turns red,
Like the leaves that are destined to fall,
Then  in the winter, the pen will freeze to my skin,
And I can't put the thing down at all.

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Summer's Legacy

On Midsummer's Eve, the half year turns
and the long, slow climb is over.
Gone are the growing pains of Winter and Spring
as each day becomes a little shorter.

June is poised to slip gently down the months
through late Summer into Autumn;
a time to be tasted like good wine,
to be savoured and appreciated.
A pageant of colours painted gloriously,
reflected in dahlias and chrysanthemums,
hot red and yellow to subtle amber, gold and wine,
all is relaxed in warmth and peace.

A drowsy time when the blessings of maturity
blanket the whole earth in contentment,
a glowing Summer slowly fading.

Without consent, there comes a day
when the breeze is a little cooler,
wafting away hypnotic Summer scents.
Late evening brings the smell of Autumn
and death is in the air.

The days take on a haze of lost glory
and Nature's dress fades slowly into brown.
The leaves lie curled and crisp beneath our feet
and the tang of a garden bonfire proclaims the end.

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oriental red

oriental red
all signs of autumn fall in;
orange shadows in line

Russell Sivey

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Autumns Social

Autumns design takes candor beyond man.
Showing reality we all try to hide.
Sharing nakedness broad in noble plan,
Though recycling natures secure pride,
Bolder, at the end of her life’s span,
Humanities autumn takes us on a ride.
If we should not heed our mortals sign.
Live life full of honor and truly shine.

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I walk  in the pathetic pages of a used tired book
Crushed by the heavy leaves that lied to me
The older I become, the angrier I see
orange, red, yellow peeling 
Panting, painting, pelting poems
against a soggy canvas and sagging
lines like tired feet held together with
sad gray shoes

We're the oldest ones here
The doctor is so young
The lawyer is a child
The children are all grown
My grandbaby is going to college

Still when I brushed my hair today
and sashayed by you
a lilt to my tongue and a 
swagger in my lips
I curved a kiss to you and 
blew an ocean of windtossed

I scooted under them
like a silly child
Smelling the earth
Rooting like a piglet

When did Tubman push her
passengers along
Putting nails in trees to indicate
the turn in the fog
the fork in the road

If she could work into 
the autumn and beyond
Why kant I rite the lanterns 
of my life?

And in autumn
You don't need permission
To fall and land in earthy

Staggering, solemn, orange
Reborn like a felled tree

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The guest to come

when for breakfast the frost bites
into apple’s juicy crunch
eyes will turn to coloured sights
as winter turns from a mere hunch
to an invitee to come to lunch

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It’s Apparent--

as the mountain air
that leaps
into my starving lungs

That Passion--

as ripe
as Autumn Fireweed
that Blazes
Seared Eyes
Bravo Brain
of even the
most cautious
and reluctant

                             North Wind Driven---

                        Will not go foolishly unheeded.

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The Magic Of Autumn

Listen as the autumn rains fall 
Caressing softly the fallen leaves
Sounds of cold in winds now call
Harvests stand in shocks of sheaves

Rising breeze stirs leafs of red
Was once the pallet of spring 
Lay softly there in winter’s bed
Painted from natures things 

Magic of autumn makes pearls of dew
The sun gets tired and shadows grow  
Colors change from what we knew
From vivant greens to whites of snow

Softly there a blanket white
Adorns the summer’s pride
Sleep there in winter’s night
There till spring they hide


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HAIKU # 15 .




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                                      Imagine winter never ends
                       Pristine landfills, gleaning giant mountains
             Fertile soil and seeds beneath them,winter can't outlast
            Trading autumn's crayon colors for sallow pearl overcast
                    Winter 's past preserved in souvinir photographs
               Beneath timber skeletons fine powder snow gleans
              Next season buried unrealized dreams
                   Night's onyx overcast expelled pristine snow
                   Death's darkness follows its glaring glow
                        Mourning heaven's somber gray veil
                                     Solar laser rays paled
                       Gleaning snow fall and sallow sky glow blend
            Pristine camouflage is where paradise enchantment begins
            Closed eye meditation shields brisk air and snow light glare
                        Skeletal timbers' iredescent crystals rain 
            Shattered shards melting froze against pristine plains
                           Day's snow melt and eve's snow glean froze
Retro gaze yearning summer days' tanning rays permeate blue intransparence 
                         Dark weather children's unapparent
          Summer's citrus golden  rays and autumn's changing shades 
                       and silent meditation,instills timeless patience
           On an ocean shore pristine sand radiates day glow
                             soft and white as powder snow
                Changing season's brief sorrow. Must all things end?
                      Perhaps I'll pretend autumn never ends
                        Until tomorrow morning, when winter begins    

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The poet

The autumn is coming
alone on streets.

Cold and rain.

With white hair,
older and older,
as the leaves will die
so will die the poet.

It will come the winter
hard and wild.

But after the death
of my body,
I still hope,
in all my soul,
that the spring
will come again.

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The season slowly descends
as Autumn begins
greenery gives way
to reds, yellows and gray
ancient cycles repeat
as summer retreats
The squirrels furtively work
gathering their food
and it all just enhances
the forlorn, autumn mood
the warm air gives way
to cool, breezy days
crisp, clear, starry nights
are lovers' delights
angst, passion, desire
they ignite the heart's fire
and the season's transition
stirs spiritual ambition
the trees' colors they show
on the eyes with a glow
in the oblique twilight
ever earlier comes the night
can you hear the cries
of the geese cyclical flight?
it presents quite a sight
 in the late afternoon light
then the moon starts to rise
bright, orange, oversized
what a sight for the eyes
winter is awaiting
just 'round the bend
Ancient cycles repeat
again and again

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Some time back  SPRING had come
Though now I cannot recall, when.
Nor the joy or sorrow it evoked
Or the feelings rising  in me then

Spring   or autumn has no meaning
When the colors   of   life is fading
And you spend your time watching
The   changing   hues of the days passing.

Boredom overcast the mind
Memory slips, all left behind,
A certain time comes in life
That tears the heart, yields to strife.
The body and mind fail to hold
The glitter in you   and all that was god.

Vegetating   in a blank room
And wind criss-crossing through the window
As   sole companion blowing away my annul
Lets  me breathe away my mental shadows.

Gainful   moments often slip away
Before I realize its worth   sustaining life
And I know, I can not retrieve   them now
But should I regret  the  moments lost, or
Hold on with hope, wait and not in vain!

	        -------        		              By  Jay-en

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A Look Within

A look Within (Take A letter W) When autumn sends a golden glow With the landscape brushed in colors When the branches begin to sway Winter is not very far away Wonderland With the newness each season brings Woven beautiful by natures hands When the summer moon takes flight Waves rolling on evening tight Whirlwind Wide meadows so brightly adorned With flowers of yellow, red and green While bumble bees are on a nectar feast With blue skies and a world between Wanting When sunsets are so heavenly beautiful When time is yours just for the making With the dreams to live and die for While the world is a sleep and yawning Wherever With warmth and beauty all around Where fullness is always renewed When all is calm throughout the night Wish upon a star shining ever so bright Worship Erich J.Goller Copyright 5.19.2011

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Autumn In Illinois

From rolling hills to flatlands
Autumn colors spread across the state
Autumn winds reminding us
That winter is on its way 

The farmers harvest almost done
Corn husks dance on autumn winds
Famers now prepare for spring
When April plowing will begin

Pumpkins carved for halloween
Campfires glow in evening light
Ghost stories make children laugh and scream
As the autumn moon lights up the night

Pumpkin pies and turkey dinners
Families bow their heads to pray
For the meaning of Thanksgiving
Is not forgotten on this day

Yards are stacked with piles of leaves
Rustic orange, red and green
And the sounds of children’s laughter
Paint a happy autumn scene

Late autumn winds turn brisk and cold
The days get short and nights get long
Winter snows will soon arrive
As autumn sneaks into the night

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it feels good to know 
I have found someone 
who cares as much 
as I love the sky 
as I love the rain 
as I love spring 
or a summer day 
it feels good to know 
I can look in your eyes 
and not be denied 
the love I feel inside 
is more precious than 
the first blooming flower
the first clap of thunder 
the first ray of sun 
after a shower 
it feels good to know 
where ever we go 
you are always with me 
by my side
and knowing you love me 
makes me fly
higher than the biggest plane 
further than geese on autumn days 
for I am undoubtably yours

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Autumn's Colors

As a candle burns brightest before it dies
So too do autumn’s colors on the cusp of winter.
Bright flaming orange and reds and yellows
Light up the hills and reflect off the ponds
Like the last lucid gasp and breath of life,
Before drifting down and quilting the ground.
Craig Cornish, Written 8/14/2012
For Russell Sivey's Autumn contest

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A meaningless purpose

Strolling down the road
The fresh air of spring,
Amidst the rustling of leaves
And whoosh of the 
pleasant breeze,
A calmness of the self sets in, 
no thoughts only a lost
Soul in a beautiful wonderland.

A name not given,
A mind not known,
Only the world that is seen
Today finds its power in 
The hope of resilience.

Nature winds itself in the
Realization of this truth, the
Soul lost in a thoughtless space,
Makes way for another journey
A journey that everyone will 
Face once and still not know.

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Thanksgiving through...

A red, orange, brown fuss
in autumn once more
as fog comes upon us 
Halloween ghouls to the door

The trees turning yellows
rains tumult and pour
thunder bellows, 
winds blow cold with a roar

and puddles they widen 
until they're almost a lake
then out we need go 
for the leaves we must rake

So we dig out our gloves
and we wrap round our scarfs
Then we shop for our loves,
friends and then some other halves

For Christmas  approaches
but fireworks come first
as Guy Fawkes encroaches
kids pennies do thirst

Then it's time for the lights
as the children do sing
And Santa's nearly in sight
while the church bells do ring

Then Jesus Christ's birth
we will try to remember
the meaning of 'worth'
on 25th of December.

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Forever in autumn

I walked languidly through autumn,
Amongst a wind 
That came at me like a whetted knife,
And crisp brown leaves that
Had gathered like old sailors
Jostling for one final parade;
All dressed in their best 
Green and brown and autumn coppers.

I followed the birds south,
Past bejewelled webs
And leafy drifts

Thinking of you,
Your face framed
By hair the colour of deepest night -
- But your heart,
Forever in autumn
Dancing and laughing 
In our cinnamon memories 
And oranges for eyes.  

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My Favourite Spot

One Autumn day
Late on in October,
I took a lengthly walk.
Along the path into the woods,
Among the many leaves.

The wind blew in around the trees,
As I wound my way beyond.
I kept a watch amid the branches, 
For what I knew lay there.
My favourite spot among the leaves:
Beneath the old oak tree.

It stands alone,
In utmost beauty,
Reaching far above the rest.
Nobody dares to cut it down,
Or disturb it's glory.
For it alone has been there
Since the woods began.
It's thick trunk's superiour to all the rest
And it's branches entwine the sky:
Just like ivy grips the wall
And clings onto the brick.

Why I love it you can tell,
It fills my heart with warmth
For this tree was planted long ago,
By my great great great great gran.

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Chill breath
of Autumn sears
the poppy scarlet red 
visages of young men,long dead

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How, through translation

beyond what law and prophets

Dare say in Hebrew.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Leave some to dangle

So the selective process 

Saves lasting theories.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

To see through scripture,

as if autumn had fallen

before it began.


איך, דרך תרגום מעבר למה

 שחוק ונביאים מעזים אומר בעברית.

 עזוב כמה לתלות לכן התהליך

 הבררני חוסך תאוריות בר קימא.

 לראות דרך כתב קודש,

 כאילו סתו נפל לפני זה התחיל.

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Endings starting
Leaves are turning
Grass starts browning with
Furnaces burning.
Colder weather
As to focus,
Deeper feelings in
Shallow harvest.
Briskly, daunting
Haunting Spirits
Barren-halled reckonings as
Frost encroaches.
Verdure withered but
Perhaps a good Word;
forgotten pasts buried
In the stillness of the earth.

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Nursery of Winds

In the glistening of Spring
young winds are born,
hatchling mouth gaping
for frozen bits of thermal carrion,
gleaning what nourishment they can
from the keening of last winter’s gales.

Summertime zephyrs are on their own,
casting themselves in currents of warmth,
deciding from moment to moment 
whether they will caress or sting.
They move as they must
for only those most fit
may sail forward into Fall.

Late autumn gales dance in glee,
plucking the trees for adornments
to dress themselves, pushing
the dead scales of summer
through wild ranges
to line west facing cliffs
in hopes of spawning anew.

And in the depths of winter’s bite
they prance in waxing and waning strength,
mating with abandon,
showcasing the power of vernal rage,
cradling each other’s breezes
in the glacial nooks of high rocks,
Scattering truth in their wake,
waiting for Spring.

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Deer running through the forest,
As graceful as can be,
Her white tail in the air,
Saying "I know you're there",
As majestic as this beast could be,
It will be in great agony,
For the motorized beast has caught it.

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Golden autumn evening

Golden autumn evening
is a romantic time of jocund memories
and lovely hopes of summer.

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Four Seasons

Winters boldness has its ways,
Of bringing coldness through its snowflakes,
Through the windows its always viewed,
But within it we humans are rude,

Spring dandelions bring us smiles,
Puts us outside back for a while, 
Its nature starts to show,
Those seeds are watered,
Did you know?

Summers heat is so intense,
Takes our garments off our head,
Oceans and pools begin to be fed, 
Oh and at night no blankets used,
Just our bareness instead,

Showering down summers leftovers,
Here comes autumn!
well I guess Fall?,
The breeze it brings feels like an AC,
Look what's coming up again,
Winters boldness, Come Save Me! 

Omer Shafi (also known as Journal)

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Midnight Rainbow

A friend told me that we all see the same pale moon at night,
and that thought struck me as comforting and rang so simply true.
But late one autumn night I cursed the luminescent orb,
because it guaranteed what I already knew:

for me there'd be no peaceful slumber on this weary night,
with this all-consuming headache come to stay.
Would it, I asked, keep hammering industriously on
as wakeful dawn turned into harried day?

I fixed my eyes upon the moon with burning beams so bright
as concentration fled my painful mind.
Squinting, I could see not all those rays were shining white,
but glowing colors of all different kinds.

It was dumb to be awake at such an unattended hour,
but for me sleep rarely came without a fight.
Perhaps, I mused, I'm lucky, for how else could I have seen
the fascinating rainbow in the middle of the night?

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Leaves blushing in the brilliant sun,
Grass dusty with the early frost,
Birds catching early morning flights--
Long days of summer now are lost.
Crops gleaned now from the farmer’s fields,
Ground shivering in its naked frame,
Fog brooding in the west horizon--
All nature just is not the same.
Once brilliant with the blazing sun,
Now summer’s days are quickly gone;
School bells now call the children in--
All this comes now as autumn dawns.

Another of my "secular poems."

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Willow whips wildly
Upon angry autumn breeze
It bends and not breaks

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Fallen Leaves

The golden leaves of mother autumn
bear the fruits of nature's beauty.
The spices of unconquered time teach
each season of its own eternal sense of duty.
Fallen leaves wither in the sun's harsh light,
testifying of the frailty of the autumn day.
Shoes crush the dying leafy fingers,
while the sleepy earth welcomes their decay.
A rake's stiff claws gathers them together,
giving the hungry plastic bags a treat.
As a few wayward leaves escape this fate,
they are trampled down by waves of human feet.
These fairy tale rugs of  fallen autumn leaves
feel the frozen blanket of winter snow.
Each tree's bark lidded eyes close,
as father winter hides autumn's dying glow.

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... I saw the wind
pull a sheaf of yellow leaves from the cool-burning sky,
throwing them across a fence,
and I suddenly realized that
the glory of an autumn afternoon
had been stolen and fenced,
yet returned in priceless gold...
... what a thief, the glorious wind!...

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An afternoon with TS Elliott

An Afternoon with T. S. Elliott

As I lay on the verdant grass at college 
under the Myrtle tree 
I am bathed and entranced by the dancing-dappled light 
That flickers above me through warm patchy autumn skies
And diamonds of light that sparkle on yellow green finger shaped leaves-

Autumn’s warmth softly caresses my uncovered feet 
It encourages me to slumber – until my gaze is mesmerized at
Two courting grey and pink Galahs perched in the branches above me 
As they caress each other- 

And above my head-even higher 
Two yellow/green/blue parrots playfully peck and groom 
Amidst a myriad of other bird calls 
From other birds that are hidden to my eyes- 

Then suddenly - I glimpse them - darting here and there playing
Catch-me-if-you-can - amidst the dappled rippling light that falls on 
Grey-brown branches 

I pause and ponder for a moment; I should be writing my assignment on T. S. Elliott; I think upon one of his lines...

" Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree!" T.S. Elliott

At last I hear God’s inviting voice; muted sounds on the wind- is this-
His voice-of Love?

Brenda V Northeast c 30/03/05 (Re write- 20/1/2012)

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Whether weather


                     March was the merriment of an English high summer as
                     April was being the wettest of the wet, as May could not 

                     make its mind up how to be unique, so autumn in June 

                     topped it by its rallying cry for rain as clouds scud by in the 

                     sky's rush hour, then tree branches start several animated 

                     arguments that lead them to clouting each other, over what 

                     the rest of the year will bring to our perennial topic of     



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He's of a bright yellow and auburn color,
and Autumn leaves match his feathers well;
what a gorgeous canary stands on my window-sill...
and I call him the friendliest, most talented warbler!

Next door, there are heartless and crazy boys who harm birds
by using slings and stones to bring them down,
and then watch them die by inflicting more pain;
that's so cruel, don't ever do it to another canary, rascals!

Kids, don't kill my bird...he's a useful animal
with the biggest heart in the Fauna's kingdom,
if he ever died, I would be confined to dreary boredom!
Let him live, so that I can continue living through the Fall!

He comes to visit me hardly flipping his wings so fragile,
and he surprises me sometimes, while I play at the piano so carried away
by the notes that himself sings for me in a triad chord so simple;
would you want to hear him sing that melody...are you listening to me?

Birds are put in cages, if they were wild animals like lions and tigers,
but they are the beautiful and gentle creatures of the Wild and they run from hunters,
not from bird-watchers...and you say,"They aren't intelligent or wise!"
Watch them in their habitat:  you'll learn to adore them, and love them for life!

Kids, don't kill my bird...he has caring parents like those in a loving family,
I rescued him from a forest's trap...his legs were caught and they bled;
I took him home and gave him first aid, and he miraculously survived!
Did God send this bird to test me how compassionate I would be?

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Tree Perspective

Thank you mankind, 
for leaving this clump of trees,
for us Nature lovers.
A crowd of deciduous samplings,
motionless like prisoners,
in a desert of bulldozer ruts.

If I squint my vision,
I should be thankful that the clump of trees
is positioned to catch the Autumn sun
 - at just the right angle.
It's all how you view trees.

So sad they're young and orphaned
With no desire to shed their leaves.

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Nature at Its' Best via Jewell Partee

I walked along a country road,
one sunny autumn day.
And gazed upon the beauty,
The woodland did portray.

Red and green, brown and gold,
Such wondrous beauty to behold,
I stood in awe in this beautiful land.
Knowing it was the touch of the masters hand.

Soon this beauty will fade,
And the chilly winds flow,
And the hills be covered with a blanket of snow.
Then once more spring will reappear,
with flowers in bloom and the robin, so dear;

It's all so amazing and O so grand;
Because of the touch of the master's hand.

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You are
petals of velvet
the whisper of a moth's wings
dreams kept in bottles of silvery glass
the balmy breath of a moonlit night
You are the silence between words
the winter dreams of a cat, curled up fireside on the hearth
the shiver of leaves dancing in autumn fervor
the echo of the lone traveller's footsteps
the lullaby hummed by a mother to her child
To me you are all these things, 
you are precious, you are adored

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Blustery autumn day
Takes my breath away
While colours of cinnamon and greens
Melt into the skies
You and I
Walk hand in hand
Living inside each other's eyes...

So pleasurable to be alive this day
Amongst the piles of fallen leaves
our inner children kick up a pile
laughter bringing us to our knees....

Lovely autumn day
Fades into a cool autumn night
And we
Wrapped up safe in each other's arm
Lose the images of daylight's sight

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have we fallen like the leaves

Shall we fall like the leaves of autumn or have we fallen already?
Monotonous experiences leave one bored
Only excited/entertained/inspired 
By the kaleidoscopic collage of leaves changing colors about the host of trees,
Surely the trees have something to say,
With no mouths to mutter, the friendly wind shakes out their speech and its coolness makes it crisp.
Feel comfortable in the fall…
Or rather late summer, as it was the season of my entrance into the world upon the earth
It is no wonder I am consoled as the trees communicate their ritual aging
As if to show how one dies in each year passing in the infinitely perishing years of yesterdays.
Though I share not my grave with another man(I have already shared my life), I shall share it with the dying leaves when dead.
-both dead the leaves and I
Has my spirit existed infinitely-without beginning or end?
Or shall it only last from birth to death?
Has it enjoyed the yesterdays without recollection and enjoy these days still yet unknown?
By and by into the future
For every fall of sort was I there? 
For the fall of man, and be there to see him rise in the end (if perhaps he ever will)
Am I like the seasonally falling leaves?
There, and gone, and back again?
Woe is every man and talking tree
Alas the spirit alive for now though it may not feel as so.
Still yet neither should be depressed by the conformity of the world.
Instead we grow into our own existence
Nourished by the earth and loved by all it beholds.
In abundant beauty this lesson taught because something chose to give us fall.

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Suddeny it was all new
A new solitude
A new silence
A new emptiness
As if from a nightmare, I jerk awake
Where are all those I'd cared to call my friends?
Where's the meanin I'd cared to find in life?
What's come of those dreams, those endless dreams, that used to mar my very sleep?
New realms swim beckonin before my eyes

A light stroll , I decided, will take off the strangeness a li'l
Through the vast expanse, somethin suddenly began to emerge familiar
(Maybe this verve was mine, beyond reckonin,
Maybe silence n solitude were playmates i had forsaken?)

N yes, up above n shinin, was the moon..
So far away. 
N yet,
 never cross enough to despise me for more than a night.
It was autumn come a-calling..
The august autumn of another anonymous soul
And as i walked along, so did she
In step
One with me.
N silence found a new meaning,
in the newfound infatuation between us.
My love wasn wasted.
Not any more.

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Leaves still clinging golden and true
after the first Autumn snowfall.
Boughs waving windy good byes to
the last of the yarrows white pall.

Fallow fields of rye long gone by
who also wave heartfelt adieu
as the wild geese cry flying by
so neatly arranged in their queues.

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In The Fall -Dorian's five Eight And Five

Summer is all gone it means that fall is now right here And this is just nice. Leaves from trees just change Yellow golden browns reds all shades In the air leaves float In fall all things change Different sounds and nice smells 'round Thanksgiving we greet Great food on display Family get together to Celebrate this day In Halloween folks Wear disguises of all type, some Scary, some are fun I love Halloween Night full of fun and play some tricks And kids want some treats So go treat or trick Enjoy night and beware of ghouls Vampires ghosts and witches Fall's a great season The weather gets colder and crisp Fall is beautiful! Dorisn Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 10.5.14

Details | Rhyme | |


September sun setting low,
Fall in all its golden glow;
Anticyclones hold transient sway
As mist forms ,at the close of day.

Dogwood,jasmine,marram grass
In flower ,as pressure fills the barometer glass;
Evening primrose in scented bloom
Fill Autumn with  pungent perfume.

Sycamore seeds twirl and twist 
Onto a fairy-ring fungus tryst;
Stink horn capped with slime,
As carrion beetles pass the time.

Bramblings feast on bountiful mast ,
As the Autumnal harvest dwindles fast;
Yellowed leaves drift and decompose 
Into next year's cellulose.

Winter migrants with welcome calls
As the Indian Summer falters,and falls;
Nature's tempo tarries,then slows 
As all creation begins to doze.

Details | Blank verse | |

The Wheel in September

I've startled a frog, who leaps in flashes.
He and a grasshopper zig-zag away.
The lawn whispers mildly, in tune with the sun,
Yet something's amiss--the air is unsettled.
Squirrels and I stash away seeds,
salvaged from spent, rain-ravaged beds.
Bees are now torpid and cling to the mums.
Bedraggled zinnias give up the ghost.

It's a mixed-up magic--Sleeping Beauty
spies the Grim Reaper, who's eyeing the wheel.
She tries to distract him with colorful swirls,
but the spokes are pre-programmed; the sickle's in hand.
What becomes of the Grim Reaper's harvest,
of creatures who cannot withstand the strain?
The mystery hides in an infinite point--
the one in the center of The Great Hub--
the crux of a myriad transformations.

Details | Couplet | |

Full Circle

The blue burst forth upon the trees
with the kind of glow heat lightning leaves
The paper wasps and moths agree
to incense dust the coral seas
As the velvet wonders drowsy yawn
the nightingale begins her song
They all perform this grand charade
to quell the summer's heat tirade
The fascination of the breeze
leaves rings of kohl on all the trees
and autumn exhales all it's zest
to bring the earth to her winter rest.

Details | Haiku | |


Huge peach orchard field
Long slender leaves aflame
In autumn sunset

Details | Rhyme | |

Winter In Illinois

When autumn comes in Illinois
And the harvest moon shines bright
Farmers bringing in the crops
Work well into the night

When the farmers work is done
And the barren fields lay gray
The nights get cold and frost sets in
You know winter’s on it’s way

The empty fields across the state
Open now for winter winds
Lay silent, cold and desolate
Until spring comes around again

Deer take shelter and birds fly south
Comfort food is on the stove
As hearty Illinoisans
Hunker up against the cold

The hunters now take to the fields
To hunt their chosen game
And laughing children slide the slopes
As hikers walk through wintery lanes

Windows glow from yellow fire light
As children snuggle to stay warm
And the charming glow of Christmas lights
Dance on the flakes of a winter storm

The snows will come and the winds will blow
But it’s of warmer days we dream
Soon March will be upon us 
To herald in the spring

Details | Couplet | |

Sugar Gift of Autumn's Hips

The sun persuaded the earth to move

and slip, 
                       slip from her summer groove

as we climbed to the top of the autumn trees

and swayed with the sway of the orange breeze

He held in his hand a bouquet of leaves

all crackled in crimson he gave them to me

      Their scent lingers still on nostalgia's page

               for I laid them to rest,  as the season's sage...

Details | Rhyme | |

Change of Seasons

Earth turns around the sun
Another season done
The days shorten  bit by bit
Thoughts turn toward the fall
And the wild geese that call
To autumn we now submit
Earth soon will sleeping
Memories for keeping
To winter now hearts commit

For Dr Ram's contest

Details | I do not know? | |

A Quiet Revolution

Look around at the golden hues
shades ever changing

now look at the world, with its
blackening brow
dying embers of autumn flame

darker days are looming
the deepening rain storms
throwing down opaque
minions, thump
thumping the ground
wetting parched lips of
impassive need

just trying to survive.

Details | Haiku | |


The wind is blowing,
the leaves rustle in rhythm – 
fall is in the air.

Details | Rhyme | |

Rebirth - My Backwards Beginning

I lie here eavesdropping on the world I'll be in,
Doubting the stars in the sky.
The walls creak as the house whimpers,
Almost as if in reply.

I listen to the gust of wind raging,
Through shivering trees shaking away the frost
Reluctantly releasing their last quivering leaves
Which by winter's arrival are lost.

The sun hides beneath the horizon.
Things must be backwards - didn't spring just begin?
Was it not last week that these same trees danced
In the warm whispers of summer's kin?

The breath of autumn now arrives,
Though its branches of gold have browned,
In one sweep the sunrise lifts the sky
To awaken the world with an orchestra never found.

Light reflects off dewdrops on the petal of a rose,
I'm lying still amidst the world's transforming,
The eagles race, the shooting stars, on gallant wings they soar,
Like trickling water joins a stream, my life is just beginning.

Details | Free verse | |

Poise in Oak

an idle wave to a crony
is how i begin every
expedition to.

maple and oak render
benevolence as we
exchange us.

masters of this realm.
i sense their silent
rhetoric built
from time and
in discipline. 

making no bones, the
forest amplifies a familiar tone;
a quaint display; a 
hero’s welcome.

vermillion leaves trickle down
like confetti i sense

august percussion echoes
freely from inside
the nebulous river,
keeping time so perfectly,
it can’t exist.

birds attempt (chirp__!_)
mimicking some grand
organ but I
am not so sure. 

a fortuitous birth and
an ample forest,
i owe everything.

Details | Free verse | |


When autumn catches the unwary gardens
All the sightseers leave it to itself
It wails on its fate
On the destruction of all its blooms
Remembering the spring air
Its heart bleeds
Can someone assure my weary garden
That spring air is itself 
eagerly waiting for it
Unless it endures the freezing cold
How can spring air come into its fold

Details | Monorhyme | |

Canyon Reverie (Constanza)

I stop to watch the eagle soar.
    At dawn his silhouette flies high
    through brilliant colored crimson sky.

Below the gorge at valley's floor,
    the creatures rise up one by one;
    a quest for food has just begun.

I listen to the fierce winds roar.
    Descending from the north they blow
    and carry in the first light snow.

They make the river crest the shore. . .
    A swirl of colored leaves abound
    dancing before they touch the ground,

As autumn breezes in once more.
    I marvel at the leaves in flight
    and wonder where they will alight.

I stop to watch the eagle soar.
Below the gorge at valley's floor,
I listen to the fierce winds roar.
They make the river crest the shore. . .
As autumn breezes in once more.

Details | I do not know? | |

Harmony Of All Seasons

A day where snow
Seems to fall down from nowhere.
Imagine a winter wonderland,
Where the trees are alive.

A day where summer sky seems clear
Fading clouds in the air.
Imagine millions of colours
In the stars forming a rainbow.

A day where raindrops glow,
Seems the moon is so mystical.
Imagine the sunshine
In all of spring's warm breezes.

A day where ice 
Fading into a hollow thinning.
Imagine it never melts,
Where time stands still.

A day where autumn air
Seems so clean.
Imagine being there in the leaves,
In the winds full of witherings.

A day where grass
Seems to always be green.
Imagine petals scattering,
Where times are blooming.

A day where four seasons
Fading into harmony.
Imagine a blending of all,
In such a place we'd simply find beauty.

Details | Imagism | |

The Beauty in Autumn

She, meaning that of something of nature.
Something born pure of wonders and such beauty. 
Autumn, the time of year when all tree’s bloom that of color and love.
When the leaves fall to the ground to which it lye’s. 
To there to which was thought of love from far.
As it was there my heart laid in thought.
As the wind blows through this cool autumn day.
As this day we have crossed in life.
But this day have I seen Autumn’s Beauty she portrays.
It’s there deep in soul I want to touch her.
As I think what it would be like for our lips to touch in such a passion.
In a manor of discrete and commitment.
To feel the true love to which autumn has inspired the sky’s to frost air.
To feel the warm, soothing breeze; she enhances my soul.
As I lye here in the leaves in the center of the woods.
I stare at the clouds rolling through the tree tops.
You know its beauty that enlightens the air.
As I sat and gaze at the mountains and curves she portrays.
To watch her move across the floor heaven has laid.
Captures my heart in many ways.
As the beauty of autumn is an inspiration to me everyday.
I know it’s something pure; God has put in my life this day.
I know I would be blessed that of an angel of heavens best.
As autumn I think of this day.
That just to have her love would be like that of a snow fall cover.
As nature was very kind with the scenery of the landscape.
As I would love her in many ways a snow flake would melt.
That the snow Tip Mountains wouldn’t be that of a cold snow drift lay.
But everyday would be a warm Beauty of Autumn love at blaze.

Details | I do not know? | |


Eerie voices 
Creeping around corners and eaves 
Laughing and whispering 
Their promise of the coming storm 

Howling frustration at the trees 
That grasp but can not hold 
Tearing leaf from limb as it passes 

Turbulent passage 
Through alleyways and streets 
Spiraling into devils 
Against all who dare resist 

Carried away 
With reckless abandon into the night 
And blowing straight to the sea 
To rejoice as a gale 
To finally be free

Details | ABC | |

Ode to Snow

Ode to Snow 


From the cloudy sky

It floats softly down,

Drifting silently by

Quickly blankets the ground.


On skeletal tree limbs and evergreen boughs

Covering dead leaves and pine cones,

As thick as weight will allow

The arms of branches take the burden now.


It dances on errant breezes

Or flies swiftly to the side,

The wind will carry it where it pleases

Coming down heavy now, spreading far and wide.


I walk among its chilliness

And wonder if it knows,

That it brings me such happiness

The peacefullness of snow.


Soon spring will come upon the land

Winter storm clouds will part,

Drifty mountains once so grand

Will quickly start to melt.


Then rain will wash the snow away

Rebirth of blossoms, new growing grass

Summer flies quickly by, Autumn seems only a day

All too soon the stormy snow clouds will amass.

Details | Couplet | |

Under the Rains She Purred

We enjoyed our walk below the autumn skies
Golden browns bloomed and graced our eyes

Hand in hand, through woods and fields
Marvelling at nature, and in what she yields

Darkness loomed on this late September afternoon
Clouds above massed, in impending monsoon

Slowly the rains fell from the skies
As the clouds opened in plentiful supply

I turned to my girl and she was on her knees
Her summer white dress in see through please

These autumn rains showed a lovely change in her
As she looked to the skies in delightful purr

Her wetted face had a glint in her eyes
As i kneeled before her, and her purr like cries

Our faces met, and our lips greet
In continual excite, repeat repeat

Sodden we are under this cascade of wet
This is one afternoon i will never forget

Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn Colors

What makes a leaf green is the chloroplast. Since they expire in the autumn, they don’t last. In September, the green disappears rather fast. In that season, we see a magnificent color blast. Red, gold, and brown are among the pretty hues. For the fall season, those trees are paying their dues. Robert Pettit For Russell Sivey’s Autumn Colors contest Written August 12, 2012

Details | Light Poetry | |

Rejuvenating Rains

Feeling lost...
I close my eyes
And inhale
The rising storm

Gentle rhythm
Into drops
Freefalls upon acceptance
From quickened sky

Liquid softs 
Liquid grace
Crying tears
Caressing face

The thunder claps
Echoes an epiphany
As essence liberates

Spirit free
To fly at last

Rushing ways
Are souls being cleansed
Soaking up the cool...
Rejuvenating rains

Details | Tanka | |

the frog

on a leaf, sailing 
smoothly to bygone phrases 
laced with time I bow 
to unknown spirits, watching 
trees dance in orphic autumn  

Details | Free verse | |

They Said Goodbye

As they end their search
for fireflies with only 3 in the jar
I realize summer is nearing its end.
The signs are all around me.
How did I miss them creeping up? 

The tiger lilies that proudly 
lined the driveway, 
greeting each guest with a
brilliant show of color, 
are now nothing more than green
swords waving at the kids as they
ride their bikes past.
The once bright orange blooms
are lying on the ground
crisp and brown
waiting for the next good breeze 
to take them on their first (and last)   journey.

The neighbors tree is starting to
change into it's Autumn wardrobe already.
Its uppermost leaves shimmering in the sun
an almost exotice combination of
reds and oranges.
Its message reads as clear
as if it were a billboard: 
''SLOW DOWN- Summer ending soon! ''

I see even the kids are showing
signs of Falls quick approach.
They're losing that spring in their step 
and now are moving along at half-pace.
They seem to sense the upcoming school year
and I can see the dread in their eyes
as if they're losing their best friend
and there's nothing they can do about it.

With a look of hopelessness
I watch them open up their jar
to release the 3 fireflies.
But, unlike their usual releases
where they tip the jar upside-down
and shake the creatures out, 
this time they just removed the lid
and set the jar on the picnic table.

They sat there patiently
watching until the last firefly 
had found its way out.
It was as if they knew 
this would be the last time 
they caught them until next year 
and they needed time to say goodbye.

Details | Rhyme | |

Harvest Moon

Oh temptress of the earth and sky
Why must you rise so soon?
The fields are full with wheat and grain
So comes the harvest moon

Come september ready or not
Our crops no longer wait
The harvest moon and autumn wind
Will surely seal their fate

Oh golden moon that shines so bright
Give me light I pray
I cannot see to glean my fields
Turn darkness into day

Oh harvest moon why can't you see?
I do the best I can
I plow my fields and plant my seeds
Why can't you understand?

Harvest moon oh harvest moon
Just give me one more hour
Help me see to cut my wheat
And grind it into flour

Details | Free verse | |

Sunny Days of Autumn

Awesome days!
Chrysamthum lined landscapes,
in hues of golden orange, every
shade of yellow, deep reds, purple
and white edged in shades sparkling
with pink and mauve.
Dimpled rainbow smiles carress and
tease the day.
Leaves are few, no raking need we do.
Not yet enough for kicking or frolicing 
These sunny days of autumn I'll not soon 


Details | Free verse | |

Days Of Autumn

As the leaves ,
Off the trees in autumn,
The winds begin to get cooler,
And everwhere you look,
Everything is as beautiful and astonishing,
For the breezes of the winds,
Cool everything off i the world,
Which brings breath taking gardens,
To the piles of leaves,
Which children enjoy leaping,
Into with plenty of imagination,
Bringing plenty of happiness and joy,
To their pleasures in life,
But seeing all the wildreness,
That comes out during this season,
Is like seeing the Heaven's above,
For you can see all God's creatures,
To admire them all,
All the days of your life,
For they all come out to feed and let you see them,
So give Him praise,
For all the beauty He keeps sending,
Which we are glad to see
All the way from being a small girl and boy.

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Autumn Dreams

The sun shines down warmly on the frost below
It changes to water and then starts to flow
As it heads downhill as it continues to grow
But it stops in its tracks as the cold wind blows.

Leaves explode in colors as they float through the air
Although they are dying they simply don't care
They finally make their decent down to the ground
When approached by the wind they make a rustling sound.

The air smells so fresh it breathes new life in me
As I look amazement and wonder of all that I see
The frost just vanished and appears as mist in the day
Soon it won't melt so it simply will stay.

The cold wind speaks to me it asks me to choose
Winter is coming win or lose
The leaves drift from one place to another and then back
As you pass through the threshold you see what you lack.

Darkness gets longer as the daylight is less.
Epitaphs on tombstones are the spirit's address
No one is left as the snow starts to fly
It seems autumn is upon us and summer has died.

With winter right behind me I can feel the freeze
The haunting shadows of trees without their leaves
Coldness so bitter a shiver goes up my spine
Love and hate become a very fine line.

I dream of warmer days when I bask in the sun
Running down the beach and splashing for fun
The faster time goes the faster I run 
The Memories are lost as I come undone.

Details | Lyric | |

Autumns Passing Tears

While lying on my side in bed
I stare through windowpane and shade
And watch the autumn season fade
With every falling golden dead;
And with each leafs descent to ground
A sadness seeps into my soul.
I turn around then lose control
And shed my tears without a sound.
Why must this season loveliness
Take leave from me each passing year
And take with it all I hold dear
And leave me with this emptiness?

Details | Prose | |


At last, I pause at eventide to take rest 
amidst the shadows of the setting sun.
And as I watch I cannot help but ponder…
What could be the meaning of the falling leaves before me
returning gently to the earth from whence they came?

Are they as the fading memories of spring and summer days gone by?
Or are they as a beckoning voice calling to me from the unknown ways 
of the cool and dimming days which lie yet ahead?

And again, what impression rides In the chill of the air,
which has returned to join, once again In the shadows of evening?

Is it an answer to the muddled prayers of countless parched days and dusty ways?
Or is it a subtle sign sent to urge and remind that the days draw short…
and winter’s night approaches.

Yes, I sit and ponder and in stillness watch the final rays of light, 
knowing that the darkness will lead to the night’s dream,
from whence the colored days of the morrow shall be born.

Details | Verse | |

The Fall Season - Child Four

Fall It's approaching us so fast by now Some of her signs you can Just tell Fall It's making her precious presence known To you and me and all Around Fall It's a beautiful season Leaves change colors and air Gets cool. Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 November,04, 2014

Details | I do not know? | |

Beauty Before Fall

The beauty of nature is a
Bountiful buffet of green grandeur,
Yet the trees are sagging, and
The leaves are cracking as the rains
Turn to snow.

Through the red of the coming season
I see the birds chirping and cheering,
Like children.
Soon they will go-
Fly ever so high! As the rains
Turn to snow.

The leaves are falling now.
The ground is garnished by
Their once green bodies, 
Not to return ‘til

Details | Lyric | |



Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go,

Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go.

I hate to rush you, but you really must go

say Good bye, summer, good bye!

Well, it's the middle of September;

I’m just tired of you and your heat.

Oh, I hate to rush you, but you can’t


Repeat Refrain

Now, autumn and winter,

Might hate it if you stay here too long,

One shake and we'll part, and you'd better 

get going, although you served a purpose.

Final Refrain:

Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go,

Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go.

I hate to rush you, but you  really must go

Good bye, summer, good bye!

Details | Lyric | |

I See God

I see God's face in each sunrise, I have seen His face in the dew. I can see His face in each raindrop, That falls as tears, from skies of blue. I see God's face in each springtime, On dew watered blades of grass. I oft gaze at flowers and marvel, Why He gave man such class. In summer, God's in fields of grain, And in the mighty oaks that bend. But most of all He's seen by me, In the face of a Christian friend. His face I see each autumn time, As leaves float to the ground. I'm reminded that in each snowflake, His face there too is found. I need but to look about to see, His stamp is on the great and small. I'll not traverse life without Him, For I know not the hour He'll call.

Details | Pantoum | |

Abele Trees in Autumn

Above the lake abele trees are golden
Now that autumn has reached its pinnacle
Two muted swans surrounded by reflective color
Snowy white swans face longing for each other

Now that autumn has reached its pinnacle
The lake reflects gold and red like miracles
Snowy white swans face longing for each other
Knowing winter is coming with its bother

Now that autumn has reached its pinnacle
Two muted swans surrounded by reflective color
Knowing winter is coming with its bother
Above the lake abele trees are golden

Details | Free verse | |

Trees and the Leaves

In distant field of leaves Trees sway in afternoon breeze Somber is the feel about them Encasing passages to peace Reflecting on past autumn days Where trees left their leaves behind And wind blew them around But loneliness engulfed those days And missing are the play mongers Silently the air bursts through Lifts leaves above their heads To land back onto their impressionable hearts The children play beyond the wind filled air Playing beyond the years of the solemn trees Which secretly love each and every moment
Russell Sivey

Details | Light Poetry | |

Jacaranda Tree

Spread high and wide against the noonday sun
The jacaranda tree displays its mauve foliage
All nature knows that August has finally come
Students on their way back again to college
On the ground beneath the generous tree
The old woman selling the bags of maize
Out of school children are running free
A flock of goats on the long acre graze
European man and woman on the road
How are you shouts the native child
Old man on bicycle with heavy load
Dusty clothes all worn and soiled
Coloured plumaged birds flit here and there
Darting in and out through perfumed leaves
The happy chirping is their daily prayer
The tranquil air their message receives
Windy Autumn is now about to fade away
And leave behind a flowerless silent tree
We had some pleasure if only for a day
And know that beauty can make us free

Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Scythe's Ring Across the Fields

Sitting watching a June summer king establish his reign over hazy hills and dusty dales,
I could just hear a sharpened scythe's ring across green fields cutting away at the corn,
With the hustle and bustle of the annual hay-harvesters bringing home a brand new season,
Happy sunburned workers work the open fields gazing skywards smiling at the noonday sun.

Hay hangs out to dry in the trees of the narrow footpath's and down haw thorny little lanes,
Everything now prepared and Mr.Summer rolls up his sleeves working to help with harvesting, 
Each person delighting in deep cool grass in the shaded part an abstract of lovely flowers,
Then paddle in a cool stream washing the chaff dust from feet thus ending a hard days work.

The shadows of leaves dance along the streams a silhouette waltzes upon the silvery water,
Lovely azure crowfoot salutes from a bank to a forget-me-not an old friend from last year,
A purple compfrey dips its leaves to sweeten the water joined by a warm and gentle breeze,
The birds sing from the trees and in the hedgerows while the nightingale tweets a sad tune.

On trees chestnuts begin to grow and acorns young and green sitting in their little cups,
The nuts from the hazel and the apples on trees in orchards promise a ripe autumn harvest,
Gooseberries for pies, currants and strawberries ripen growing in the hedges of old lanes,
June has taken his fair turn making spring shoots grow strong, ready for the later fruits.

The cuckoo departs and glow worms emerge on a summer's night and glows a tiny little glow,
Along heath and over the meadows across landscaped fields dotted with pretty wild flowers, 
The June summer heat gives strength to nature making grass lime green next to red poppies,
As the summer harvest quietens the work nearly done people rest and reflect on golden mead's.

Details | Haiku | |

dying autumn leaves

colorful shades of orange, yellow and red on dying autumn leaves
Russell Sivey

Details | Free verse | |

Two Sky Lobster Poems

In the autumnal twilight two pink red sky lobsters 

in pots are slowly hauled in by black fishing smacks 

that are sailing north, while  the white sea around 

them compete with the black water churning a bluish grey 

by the boat's propeller as this gorgeous sky at night closes in.

Two red fighting lobsters chase a black lobster boat

across the autumnal twilight, as if they could trick the  

boat into sailing into a whirlpool capsizing the law of 

the sea, only for the boats to be saved by the enveloping night.  

world of a whirlpool as boof the deep vacating their 

of an autumn twilight

Details | Lyric | |


It is that of a sweet and inspiring look.
That of an autumn’s beauty that captures your heart.
All full of colors with lines and curves through out.
That you can’t help but to gaze the mountain scenes you see.
For it’s full of wonders delights as heavens nature shines colors.
And a season enlightens.

For the beauty you see falls the leaves of the tree.
But it’s Autumn time that is here as nature brings eyes to hold.
It’s like being all wrapped up in the finest silk.
As we get lost in the pleasantness’ of a morning dew.
It like two seasons in one as love spreads about.
As I can just feel the picture my eyes behold.
And the wonder of the heart and soul.

That of colors grown of a beauty from within.
That it would be nice to touch the curves of the mountain.
And feel that of God’s blessing of love.
As I would run my hands across autumn’s love.
And enjoy that of her love and beauty she portrays.
And fall deep into her valleys and curves at play.
And soar like an eagle as I would glide wild and free.
As it’s a nice temperature day and I’m playing in autumn’s leaves.

It’s there to which beads of water fall as I enjoy that of an autumn lay.
As it is there her delights I experience.
As nature has produced something of such beauty and grace.
I love seeing and feeling the love of two hearts.
As to have you here next to me during this season it is.
I would enjoy autumn much better.
Knowing the delights you hold.

Because rather spring is in, autumn brings in cold winds.
And its days like that I’ll like to be cuddled up by a fire with you.
Or instead of me playing in the leaves alone.
I could play with you instead.
And we both can say, we enjoyed autumn this day.
And the beauty and love of her hills and curves to form.

I like another day to run and feel her curves.
And make everyday an autumn day.
Just because I have autumn’s beauty to love.
As with you, you would be my autumn everyday.
As I have found nothing but delights of beauty to love.

Details | Tanka | |

Fall Landscape

My door, inviting Warm festive Autumn colors Fill the night senses Orange lights cover the ground Opening to Fall landscape
Russell Sivey

Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn Fairy

The Autumn fairy
To my garden she came
Bringing colours and sorrow
As winter gains

Her role in life
Is to console the plants
To ensure their tomorrow
She willingly grants

Trees so massive
As they bow to her words
For the truth she speaks
Never a season absurd

Perennial plants
Continue the hope
And the evergreens
In winters soak

For come the spring
Previous whispers she said
As you look all around
Sights that will turn your head

So come the next fall
When the leaves drift down
Look for the Autumn fairy
Wearing her Autumn gown

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Red And Gold

Red And Gold (Hourglass) Like to keep autumn all year the seasonal splendor soft and gentle breeze sparkle of love red and gold nature bright bright nature red and gold sparkle of love soft and gentle breeze the seasonal splendor Like to keep autumn all year Erich J. Goller Copyright 9.20.2011 “Hourglass” by George L.Ellison 12 lines 7/6/5/4/3/2/2/3/4/5/6/7 syllables Rhyming optional, any subject…

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Autumn Abloom

Autumn's affect appears altruistically. 
Almost always alluring affection.
Attracting adorations admiration.
Aloof attitudes adjust amidst autumn abloom.

© January 2, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

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The Book Of Seasons

The trees are forced to watch
As their leaves begin to age
For the chapter on Summer is over
As Autumn turns the page

The trees must say goodbye
To the shadows upon the ground
Their shadows now seem different
For the shade cannot be found

As Autumn turns the final page
The leaves begin to fall
For Autumn's chapter is much too short
As Winter comes to call

But when Winter's frigid fingers
Finally turn the page
The season of colors is over
For Autumn has left the stage

But once again as time goes by
Only God knows all the reasons
Spring returns to bring the leaves
As it opens the Book of Seasons

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In the earth, I plant this weed
A magnificent plant indeed
Given refuge when in need
Taken away from the pain I bleed

In the earth, I plant this weed
High spirits for such a seed
Future well with Godspeed
Those who know, are those who read

In the earth, I plant this weed
An autumn moon takes the lead
Holding my breath I precede
Taking the chance, to succeed

~Leonard Napierskie

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As it beat on my window pane 
I hear the sound of the autumn rain
It is a indication of my pain 
It falls from my sadden eyes
It also falls from the black skies
I hope it will rain tomorrow
It fills my day with an empty sorrow 
When you see rain what do you think of 
Do you dream your friend or a lost love
Nothing ever feels the same
Especially when you see and hear the rain
Have you noticed rain never quenches thirst
After the rain the sun appears first
When the sun’s rays pierce the sky 
Birds in all their glory will fly

"Rain is nature's chicken noddle soup."

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Avenues of Autumn Turn

Grassy verged mounds
On a country roadside grace
Where a canopy of browns
Declare autumn in place
The branches rise
While winter nears
As if they were praising the sun
Allaying their fears
For after their fall
Another colour may grace
In crystal form
And the lands will embrace
The whitening ices
Grounds barren to white
Crisp starry skies
Like sparkling lights
With a flick of her switch
She turn spring on
As the buds appear
Singing a totally new song
Through the bright months they grow
As the temperature warms
Natures miracles
In all shapes and forms
Our smiles get wider
As the summer blooms
Fragrances aplenty
Like scented perfumes
And here we are
It's autumn again
The seasons like great symphonies
Always proud and replaying

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Autumn's Goodbye

When green turns to gold
When young turns old
In autumn are trees
Like at the time of harvest
When you see the fields
Aging, with grace
Like sunset in golden haze
Looking enlightened
And thus far more experienced
While the young will eventually
Reach their ripe
The old will struggle to hold
On to the branches of life
Until a barren tree waits for spring
For a new generation to come
Until it's time again to say goodbye
And so I sigh when autumn comes by.

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The House Guest

Startled by a rap on the door scurrying to open it
and discover who this uninvited guest might be 

I peer out on the skyward live oak gracefully bowing 
then rising; branch lying on the front porch,
floating autumn one

Out back, bewildered yet impressed by
toasty puffed marshmallow clouds high in a race westward
as if shouting “Your guest is my friend!”

I turned and beheld the disheveled mess this stranger had made
and as I shut the doors my house guest was gone.

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Sunny Days of Autumn

Awesome days 
with chrysanthemum lined landscapes,
hued in sunset golden orange sky with
yellow shades, deep reds, purples, white
spilling into every shade in dimpled pink
rainbow smiles.

Leaves are sparse these first days...
No raking need we do;
surely not enough for kicking or frolicking
in sweet toned laughter...
Yet, these sunny days of autumn I'll
not soon forget.

Sat. October 6, 2007
 1:30 p.m.


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The Colors 7x7

The colors full of crackle,
the leaves dance beneath your feet;
Moonlight mingles with the wind,
a perfect street symphony;
As you walk you are the drum
creating magic tonight;
The center of Earth's sweet song.

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The sight of the first leaf's fall..
And I know it all.
Autumn has come
I know its time to run, play, hop with glee
For Autumn isn’t my enemy.
Some may hate my prankster friend with her mess and coming of cold,
But no, not I! I love her bold and messy ways.
I love when she makes the trees wave.
I love the piles of leaves that liter my hair
making me into a bird's loving home.
She drys the summer’s sweat with her crisp, cool air.
She lets me dress in crimson, brown, and sunshine garbs.
She constantly mocks the long-headed stooge.
Oh, Autumn you bring with you joyful rain
And the promise of new life.
You wake my inner child.
Until we meet again my dear friend.

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When ever I meet you 
I think that my life is only for you 
There is a home in my heart 
Little but enough to love you 

There is autumn in my city 
So I gathered pale leafs for you 
And freshen  them by my tears 
Might I can blossom them for you 

Leaves on road, and withered flowers 
But lo in my eyes, there is a heaven for you 
Life is colorful, it is the world of colors 
But all the colors are faint before  you 

yesterday I catch a butterfly 
And put into a bottle for you 
Today it has die, and told me from sky 
Beauty is, to see, to amuse ,but not for you 


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autumn oak tree

autumn oak tree stands tall just like Churchill's legacy,
unflinching England facing German autumn plane filled skies

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Where the leaves go

I look out and wonder where the leaves go
Not those that are raked, the ones the wind blows.
Into the forest to die in dark decay
Providing the soil for the new leaves in May.

I watch as they fall from out of the tree.
For one brief moment they float down free.
The wind picks up and I hear a rustling sound,
Suddenly there are no leaves to be found.

Haunting shadows from lifeless trees,
The coming of winter and its cold freeze.
Soon they will sparkle when covered in snow.
Living but sleeping as the howling wind blows.

As autumn is ending I dream of spring,
The return to life and the green leaves it brings.
So much beauty that the birds have to sing,
Where the leaves go is like a renewal thing…

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Have you ever noticed the seasons,
How they fight to stay alive?
It makes me think, I'm glad there's four
Instead of maybe five

As Summer comes to its ending days
It stumbles before the Fall
But wounded, Summer finally relents
As we see its curtain call

Then Autumn takes its rightful place
As it steps unto the stage
Wounded, and crippled, its time is fleeting
As it starts to feel its age

Winter is ready as Autumn fades
And snowflakes fall from the sky 
But wounded, as the snow turns to rain
And Winter begins to cry

Spring takes advantage of Winter's tears
And causes the flowers to grow
But wounded, it feels Summer's heat
And knows that it's time to go

Have you ever noticed the seasons,
How they fight to stay alive?
It makes me think, I'm glad there's four
Instead of maybe five

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The Dance of the Veils


Pervert autumn rules Rusty trees strip ochre leaves Sap has been drawn out
. .

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Late Summer Cicadas

The cicada in autumn claws its love
Sounds against the glass door – I know
Love this way.  

These thoughts, upturned tables tossing
Contents, ours, mimic the grind of 
Violence sweet sugar, soot, love.

I don’t whose raspy voice 
Whose jagged-edged lips
Who raggedy broken tipped 
Claws life-splintered these 
Remembrances are,

	But I’ve heard the same raging rise 
	Scraping fade on battlefield’s: ghostly New Lisbon, 
Morgan’s Raid.

Many hopeful days crank I would
Pedals backward giving gravel 
The same great growl.

Now the greatness in the rough voice is between
The notes, the gap, the place where he waits
For an answer, so full of hope
 	We both could burst.

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Autumn Steals the Sun

Autumn steals the summer months so now in loneliness I shut my doors and grieve,
Rain cleans the dust from a warm summer and as some flowers droop they say goodbye,
With the rain refreshing all, the smell and the perfumed dying plants turn into just sticks,
The air has rested for weeks now awakes and shake trees and my heavy wooden doors.

The shadows grow longer, but the day grows shorter, with a coolness of moisture,
Veils of clouds rush so much faster the showers are short bursts with sharp hail,
Along the sky are trailed clouds, with their gossamer drapery amid intense azure,
The sun rises once more so brilliant for these days, the calmest most impressive beauty.

Time passes, I close and lock my windows and pull back on the great oak shutters,
Then come the rains, long and deluging amid late summer frosts, that damages corn,
And when steady gushing rains, flood the meadows and fill the mead's, all is lost,
Late autumn steals the bright suns, in loneliness I shut out all light and grieve.

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The warm rays of the emerging sun
Escape from the clouds like newborn kittens,
Only to be gathered up quickly again
And by their mother clouds hidden;
And the day seems destined to  fade
Before it has had a chance to bring
Last sustenance to the longing  glade. 
She sees me and, with a smile like the morning,
Brushes aside the failing 
Of Indian summer’s last effort: 
And I know the hope of spring  - 
Like the bear and the meadow wort, 
Sleeping now and in  wait  -
Instinctively knowing that all is well, 
That by and by the clouds will abate, 
And that time will tell.

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Fairy Nature


I'm fairy nature,
come to collect fall's leaf wares
to help make a coat.

A coat of sunsets,
a last breath of summer's glow
to wrap up autumn.

I disguise myself
living amongst the woodlands,
squirrels, bugs, birds, bees.

Slowly with magic
I single handedly turn
the seasons over;

sweeping winds and driving rains,
giving nature rest till spring.

I nourish the land.
Autumn's blanket becomes crisp,
stark, white, purity,

I contrast, redecorate 
new, sleek, sexy, wavy tones.


All 5 senses are expressed within this write, looking at touch, taste, sight, sound and smell.
'make a coat','wrap up' all indicate being touched or enfolded for warmth/ does 
winter's 'blanket'
sounds - could be taken from the animals, and weather...'crisp' evokes sound also. 'rest'-
evokes quieter times...
smell - comes from earthy woodlands and fallen leaves, contrasted with freshness of icy or 
snowy air...
taste - evoked from 'nourish', 'last breath' of Autumn and new breath of winter air.
sight- comes from the autumn colours evoked from the 'sunset' and greens and browns 
of 'woodlands', 'sexy', purity of ice and snow, 'falls leaf wares' - reds, oranges, yellows and 

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A ball of orange
A pumpkin ball
Fat and round
stripes that drawl

Orange and bright
White with glow
Stem on top
Bent and frow

Skin that's speckled
Flat and cratered
Glossy, shiny
Like a gator

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Nature Oh Nature

It came to be by design of the Supreme 
All Creations of the Non-Created Being 
None of its own desire but by the Command 
Their makes they expressly do Exhibit 
As meant to be Mother Nature becomes. 

The Climate and Weather in their take 
The Sun, Moon and Stars in their strides 
Dry Season and Wet Season do proclaim 
Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn do herald 
As meant to appear Mother Nature Shows.

The Fowls of the Air glow in their plumes 
The Beasts of the Land parades in hides 
The Creatures of the Deep in scales and shells 
The Beings of the Earth portray personalities 
As meant to Sound Mother Nature speaks.

In Beauty, Elegance and Poise, 
The Nature of Mother Nature 
So Graceful and Glamorous 
Radiates the Essence of Creation 
By the Supreme Being of Nature.   

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Ready or Not

The clouds make shapes
When you’re looking
When you’re not

Echoes in tapes
Once recorded
Now forgot

Water escapes
from high cliffs
That’s its plot

Leaves leave by breeze
Red in autumn 
Sun burns hot

Moments like these 
Take torrid flight
Then they flock

Doing what they please
When you’re looking 
When you’re not

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That Time Before Winter

It's that time before Winter and all through the yard
run pathways of petals all beautifully charred.
An assortment of heartwarming hues can be seen:
deep reds and bright yellows and shades in between.
How my innocent heart beats with hummingbird pleasure
at the sight of these wonderful bundles of treasure!
So I say to myself while my heart is a thumping,
"No time shall be wasted, these leaves are for jumping!"
To the largest collection of colors I race,
with laughter aplenty, the wind in my face
and the sun at my back, pushing me with its rays,
as I spring into Fall without looking both ways.
I land soft in the pile that the season provides,
as if leaping in laundry just recently dried,
and upon my resurfacing what should I see
but the base of what seems like a beanstalk to me.
I look up at the plant and think Jack would be proud
to descend such a towering tree from the clouds.
Though it's lacking its leaves, looking lonely and bare,
I just can't help but smile as I harmlessly stare
at what once was full green, so I shout out "hooray,"
giving thanks to the trees on this cool autumn day.
To you children at play, be your yards big or small,
Happy Leaf Leaping, friends, and to all a good Fall!

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A Rainy Autumn Day

                       The pine trees murmur
In the drizzle of a cool September rain
                     The sound of autumn drips from leaves
As the scent of winter is beckoning

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Clogged - up to the eaves
time to roll  one's sleeves,
is this the way of zen
raking the leaves again,
observing one's thoughts, but never
tying the two together ?
Asking of mother earth
what was ' I ' before birth
and of the autumn sun
what will ' I ' be when I'm gone ?
When letting go would  say
dont grip your life as booty,
colourful hints of red
voicing  a dying beauty ;
tossing thoughts with the leaves,
clearing a way for Zen -
what  I  heave to the wind
the wind may blow back again :

Fancy I hear a voice -
' You are the trees turned yellow,
turn you to brown despair,
'til you are ripe and mellow,
three pounds of flax for a rope -
hang you on threads of hope :

The whole edifice of  belief
is built on the ancient brain,
clear it away and let it flow-
and rain, rain, rain ;
Love  speaks through nature
with such sad empathy,
and is this less than the swirl
of  grouts, in my cup of tea,

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                                               The season of change
                                               Rose lily and all others
                                                  renew own colors

                                               Nature's new sunlight
                                        welcomes sweet Autumn season
                                                good bye to summer

                                                   Body feels colder
                                        Taste new fruit juice and custard 
                                              Mind carries new dreams 

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On my golden back roads

                                On my golden back roads

Both sides of my road are clothed in gold,
Swaying trees carrying their autumn splendor,
And golden petals are floating gracefully to the ground.
Fragrant leaves cover the lane, 
Rustling under my feet as I kick them
Into the heavily scented fall air.
Here and there brilliant reds
 Break up the sunny yellow expanse,
And purple asters cluster in between,
 Accentuating the bold color celebration.
On my right, I pass a white donkey grazing peacefully,
While a seriously pedaling bicyclist 
Exchanges a smile and a wave with me.
Firewood, waiting for those colder days, 
Is stacked on porches decorated with fat golden pumpkins.
I take a deep, satisfying breath of air, 
Filled with fall scents and fall joy,
 And smile.

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Autumn Night

leaves change color
the cool breeze flies
the song of the leaves roars
rustles and bustles in the brush
birds begin to sing to the south
sky turns red as the sun sets on an Autumn evening
clouds not white but pink
coco and cookies all around
coats and children surround
the fire of life
roads and streets quiet
what a sound, what a sight
what a wonderful Autumn night
marsh mellows in fire places
smoke of warmth fills the night sky
sweet Autumn night
make the stars shine bright
the sun rises
the moon disappears
stars that once shone
are now gone
what a night
what a sight
please Autumn day
bring one more

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Trees Survive and Thrive

Their fingers stretch to the autumn afternoon sun
No longer limber, but now turning brittle and bare
Browns and red hues are the new colors, once green
While the approaching breezes move the fingers in the sun

The trees, still strong in their roots, now wither, but not die
They change with the weather, as people too, grow each year
Though with an appearance of death, they thrive internally
Growing silently within the timber and pith of their being

Each welcomed spring allows each tree to show its new clothes
Again, like people, they parade them proudly for all eyes to see
New shades of green will adorn them as a cloak against morning chill
Letting us witness the growth, once only internal, to be evident after fall

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Pieces of Me

A part of me was lost today.
Burned by the embers from the fire
I grieve with angst anew
from the bowels deep within.

My world stopped spinning today.
Skidding to a halt, leaving tire-tracks in my soul
I am submerged in the misery
that resides as an unwelcomed guest.

There is no sun today.
Blocked away, and incomplete
I am forever chained to the burden of this truth
Deep within, I’m mourning.

A part of me died today.
Stirring quietly in the autumn wind
Ashes of hope spread over the sea
as pieces of me are buried.

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I love you, autumn
Welcome to my tropic paradise
The rivers swollen bosom
Bids you drink, and these blue skies
Solacing my mind,
Ask you now to dream, the earth
Beckons you its grassy pillow

For in our dream we never die
And love and life return
Like the eagle in the sky
To mock the sun that cannot burn
And over troubled mountains fly
Holding the gleam of delight
In the glassy eye
By being fed at nature's plight

Many names Demeter
Starve us not again
For want of growing grain or rain
But brim us with your wheat
Let the does come in
And let their milk be white upon our teeth.
For Persephone has come back
Her pomegranate harvest
Making glad the laden bee
Hermes has closed Hades cavern
Bringing us healing and joy
O let children go reap the flowers
The hearth is full of laughing
And deities their bargain keep
Love will sow and labor reaps
Joy will sing
And autumn brings
The bubbling time of thanksgiving

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Seasons Abroad

Upon the fallen leaves he stood
Feeling the cold autumn wind in the quiet wood
Admiring the season’s mighty power.
Watching it change beautifully by the hour

He loves summer, spring, winter, fall
But in between seasons is best of all
Seeing them transform, what a sight
Nature’s beauty changing by day, by night

In cold, bears go to caves to claim safe haven
But it is because it’s the season, not that they are craven
When winter passes, and spring doesn’t stay
Summer comes and time flies away

He knows that this happens four times a year
He allows it to come freely while showing no fear.

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Autumn in the Fields

As the year begins to draw darker at night the great long and sultry heats are past,
Rain has fallen and refreshed the air and repaired the parched earth of the summer,
Shadows of the year begin to fall there is a dark gloom it is pleasant and soothing,
The glare of past days hang in the air and in mornings a dew it is once more autumn.

There is a veil of clouds that are drawn away by the hands of the high soaring winds,
Clouds in their airy lengths and gossamer drapery amid an intense azure of immensity,
The sun comes up once more to brilliant days the calmest and most impressive beauty,
A watery sun with watery heat it shines down on autumn fields and bathes all in gold.

On every side there is real happiness as the stores of the year have all been gathered,
Trees begin to change their color indicative of ripeness in the orchards and gardens,
Hedges filled with an abundance of crops, blackberries remind us of Babes in the Wood,
Hedgerows brightened with scarlet berries, woody nightshade and all is truly beautiful.

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The Color Beautiful

I saw you just the other day.
You stood there all alone.
I watched as the Suns shadow beat down upon you.
Your eyes and mine were both hesitant at the glimpse of shade.
You stood so firm and adamant, 
Your posture was mine to admire and to please!
The color beautiful was everything that I had ever imagined it could be!
I could see the winds tousling through your flawless shiny hair,
A cool breeze tenderly caressing an unexpected stern face! 
You stood so tall. You were bigger than anything I had ever seen.
I watched you shiver as the cold draft reached from underneath bringing its sharpest autumn air.
You stood there completely impervious to time, person and to place.
The color beautiful captured hidden chills inside of me as I embraced that very same breeze.
I could feel the warmth of your breath upon me,
You stood there with a true look of total awareness.
I could no longer feel my heart quicken to beat, 
For I had lost every one of my God given perceptual senses.
I could feel your warmth covering over me baring my only gift to see.
You stood as a man with much honor and pride.
Such an obvious completeness!
The color beautiful instantly became everything in this world to me.
Because in your eyes you left no doubt that I am still your princess!

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Dew like white diamonds 
Found amongst red autumn leaves --

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The slow, murky, drought-affected river
Snakes its way around meandering shores.
Its surface littered with leaves upriver
Like colorful scales on a constrictor.
Within its gut swim impervious prey
That nourishes it along its lengthy
Journey to the sea. All along the way
Its subtle currents swallow whole, debris
Left in the wake of Octobers fury.
Unmindful Canada geese fly over
The leafy surface honking their carefree
Calls while negotiating their stopover.
Standing high on the bank is I, witness
To this autumn picturesque loveliness.

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I am the child of change,
Like the winds, do me and my family shift.
One thing one moment, another the next.
Our age shows.
Not through the usual signs,
but more in the ones you do not think.
Pearly white skin as bright as can be shifts to beige and then brown,
Eyes of blue turn green, or hazel or brown.
Black hair turns blond, then back again given time.
Or it can turn russet, like the autumn or the brown of the forest. But never just one 
color. Black is just not black it usually has red highlights.
Time shows on us. My family and I.
The rythms of our lives found not in the wrinkles on our skin or the gray in our hair.
Many of us do not turn gray until our eighties.
But it is more found in the many hues that we change.
We can not stay one color anymore then we change who we are.
That it is impossible but for my family the probable is not in the cards.

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On Chantrelles

In the mountains, 
where the berries grow;

Hides a treasure, 
some friends may know;

Among the summer flowers’ leaves,
Are golden treasures such as these;

If I could choose where I will lie,
When it is time for me to die;

Then let it be a quiet place, 
That these fair beauties yearly grace.

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Good Times Are Here

Stay right here in the present moment 
Where life is so serene
The air is crisp 
The wind is smooth 
And raindrops are falling
Heavy then light
Causing sensations of thrill and delight
What a colorful sight
As I take pleasure
In the autumn leaves
Attacthed to the branches
Of the alluring trees
Displaying shades of 
Yellow orange and green
Captivating my attention with ease
Sweet serenity 
Is flowing through the air
Feelings of peace 
And good times are here

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Rugged, Rustic and Beautiful

In the country of the clans
Scenery abounds
Around our cities of old
And our villages and towns

Rugged and rustic
Greens, grays and browns
Adorn our countryside
They are natures gowns

Plants come alive
At the start of spring
New buds appear
Awaiting joys do they bring

In the summer sunshine
They burst into life
Colours so delightful
Radiant and rife

The autumn closes
No longer the colours parade
They are like scenes in a play
Their fading blooms, are summers last serenade

As the temperature falls
And the winter months settle in
We also enjoy it's beauty
Until the spring, springs again

In the country of the clans
In our mountains and glens
Natures seasons delight

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Leaves of Autumn

The amber sun peaks through the fog over the field.
Autumn breezes and whispers of wind will bring 
the fall of autumn leaves until,
there is a rainbow on the ground.
Orange, yellow, red, and brown.

Listen to the crunch of leaves beneath your feet,
and the little birds chirping sweetly in the tree.
The little boy plays with a mosquito hawk,
a string tied to it's tail.
A glimpse of a little girl collecting acorns in a pail.

Silently falling to the ground,
these leaves falling all around.
Orange, yellow, red, and brown.

The old man tips his straw hat and wipes the sweat from hid head.
He continues his journey through the bed,
of autumn leaves on the ground.
Orange, yellow, red, and  brown.
Silently sleeping all around.

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'Tis Autumn

vibrant autumn hues
blue waters reflecting all
sun squanders her smile

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One Fall Evening

Rhapsodic melodies from shadows depth
Are the sounds in the darkness before me,
As the owl, loon and crickets sing:
“Come out into the night we implore thee.”

A harvest moon bathes me in a luster
That stirs my melancholy soul,
As I wander about the autumn landscape
On a leisurely evening stroll.

Cool moist air permeates all things
That surrounds me in this rural scene,
And the smell and sound of rustling leaves  
Makes it all so very euphorically serene.

And so realizing the importance of 
Divinely regulated conditions,
I am once again reminded of the reason,
For cycles such as these
Are quite necessary you see:
That is why they are called “Seasons.” 

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Travelling 40 West

The Autumn hues of red and gold, blend softly
with God's blue sky; shades of orange and gold
dress oaks and landscape chrysanthemums.
Green carpeted hills appear and fade with the curve
of grey-topped highways, heading home for someone,
speed limit 55 as Autumn paints faster and faster.

Cynthia Alvez
This poem was written in 1976 when a friend was driving me from Baltimore, Maryland to Hagerstown, Md. via Rt. 40 West.  It was a beautiful day and I wrote this poem as we moved along the way.

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Beauty holds meaning too many.
There is beauty in all.
Beauty is captured by eyes.
Love is true beauty forever.
Bonding two in glorious bliss,
Love is captured by the heart.
Enriched by the spirit,
Held in sync by touching,
Nature’s beauty is in all seen.
Embodiment, collectively,
In all stages of structure
Spring, summer, autumn and winter
Amazing venues of events,
Each with beauty their own,
Empowering the next
Phase of magnetism.
What and who knows real true beauty.
Beauty to one is another’s,
Ugliness they cannot stand.
Eyes to eyes make a connection.
Heart to heart a bond forever
Mind to mind develops goal
Beauty of the soul guides
All couples, so serene.

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Motion of a Fall

Leaves no longer held-aloft by their deciduous vaults
Clutter gutters and breezily sweep streets and rest 
On right and left road sides, bright and red. 
Tunnels formed by old trees meeting arc
Across city-streets and campus-sidewalks.

The bright red light shreds right
Through the quasi-dismal damp 
Fog and is mirrored in the ditch’s bog.
The yellow is less aggressive, 
More slow to say “hello,
Nomad, pause your show of bursts
Of fabricated steel and what is unreal.”
Trees colored green recollect when
They were tenderfoot, preempting
The Fall of unawakened Autumn, 
But tend towards following their peers.

Leaves stand in the back of a room, 
Stand in the forefront of the meteorological gloom
And trickle their color onto the gray   
Sidewalk once bland and wet as the sky,
Now leaf-littered and shimmering with glances of upright reality;
Colors whet on the watery walkway
By flattened leaves and reflections of trees. 

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I had a dream of blue eyes and a smile I couldn't see.

It was me and a boy in a field, in a world that doesn't exist. He spoke and his voice came as colors...deep red, autumn orange. Warm and soft, as a promising breeze rolled over us, sending the tall grass into waves.

There was no love. But no fear either. There was something strange in the air; a peace I've never known.

Nothing was clear; everything was in focus. The slightest of touches ghosted across my cheek. A desire for love, to be truly known, settled deep in my chest.

I breathed in the sunshine. The weight on my shoulders was gone.

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How Can One Feel Alone on an Autumn Day

i walk toward the small forest at the end of my road
a breath of wind raises my senses
colorful tree gifts dance around me
rays from the earth's star nestle me in warmth
sounds of happy life call to me

how can one feel alone on an autumn day

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The beauty of the early dawn,
Make all feel active as sportive fawns;
The dew drops shine in the lawn-
But as the Sun grows its beauty is gone.

The heat of Summer, the chill of Winter-
The rains mekes the river flow faster;
During Autumn the sky is clear;
But the spring's beauty is even nicer.

The freshness of rose,the majesty of mountains-
The shallowness of lakes and the depth of oceans-
And the mute beauty of insane flowery lanes,
Enthall even the greatest men.

The breeze of the quite trees;
Fills us with comfort sweeping our minds free;
The movements of the clouds show us kingly gaits,
Making us realise we are not what makes our fates.

The scene of a snow covered peak,
And the strength of the woods of teak,
The white colour of snow flakes ,
Prettier the world thus it makes.

Oh! Nature's beauty, Nature's power,
To it humans are meek creatures;
Continuously does its blessing's shower;
Let's vow to make it nice , lovely and gayer. 

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Soggy Cornflakes (2005)

Rustling along the street
As the rain pours 
Leaves crisped soggy under the feet
Juts like cornflakes
Refreshing to hear autumn come
Well this year
It’s not too bad for some 

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De Doorns in Autumn

A new day at De Doorns begins
With dew-laden leaves glistening in the sun.
The mist slowly lightens, and starts to clear
When the warmth of the Sun brightens the air.

The colours of May will your eyes amaze
With bright, earthy hues greeting your gaze.
Colours of yellow, and orange changing to red
Colours of brown, from leaves that are dead.

Homesteads, gracious among the vines,
Stand white-faced, against the long red lines
Of leaves, playing hide and seek with a Sun
That is much weaker, now Autumn’s begun.

Smoke from a chimney, rising grey and slow
Tickling the blue above the red Autumn glow.
Mountains of granite, dull rugged grey,
Holding slumbering vines prey.

As the eye sweeps the valley from left to right
The colours of autumn enthral the sight.
Although sad, when we go away
We know Nature’s glory will return each May

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The Butterfly Tree

She frolics on an autumn day
running wild through a blood red glen
the leaves on her train leap up and dance
swirling around her as she sings
to a bird in her hand:
she sings of the butterfly tree.

The bird leaps up
he spreads his wings—
he sours through the fall foliage,
up , up,
to the blue sky beyond
where he warbles upon breeze
to the crimson sun:
he warbles of the butterfly tree.

The sun turns away 
to shine among the dark
he courts the quiet shade
chasing away the silver moon
who hides beneath a laughing brook
he flirts among the dappled light
as the world begins to whisper
to the silver shadow ‘neath the brook:
it whispers of the butterfly tree

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Wisdom Of The Last Leaf

How can you ever reap my sweetest fruit 
When you cut me entirely from the root?
A root sage as the last leaf of autumn 
Descending downward to its unknown tomb
With its words of wisdom of which I sing 
In vibrant voice but you hear me nothing!

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# 3

Leaves blow in the wind
as they falter to the ground
in autumn blue skies.

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Great Treesition

Wood sapped Energy succudancing gnarling roots

grasping trees of life

erupt to full parasitic bloom

within millennial Great Transition

toward autumnal winnowing of karmic stamina.


Fire brings full-flaming confidence

derived from summer's thirsty rain of seed-

diastolic recessing roots

plunging and emerging

as rich deep regenetic learning:

Communing forests blanket mythic understories.


Keep going back, back further,

before space emerged from tempered Voice

to once within our EarthTribe Time

when Trees of Life pushed out

from gravitas of boldly

hidden polyculturing embrace.

Villages incarnate from fire-lit stories shared,

and love of Other

bursting nutrient notes

dancing Earth's Permacultured Opera.


My chords and chorus sing through ears

I hope to synchronize with gratitude,

sight with sound

becoming with being

longing with belonging

bi-rooted functions

uncovering emergent Tao

graving information of Positive Treeology.


What grows primal

feels irrationally magical


green-leafed anonymously silent saplings

waving from and for ancient cliffs of paradigmatic rock.


Stoned paradigms of ancient Orthodox

sing echoing synchronicity,

dancing rocks within my rolling mind

learning how to rhyme with age,

unfold color fragrant grace-carnating Tao.

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Barren Limbs

The stately ash by the fence that provided welcome summer shade,
Has exchanged its sheltering leaves of opulent jade,
To don an elegant golden robe for a few short-lived days.
Its brilliance is enhanced by the sun's mellow autumn rays.

October winds took their toll exposing bole and limbs so stark,
Revealing uplifted arms as if in supplication from its wrinkled bark.
Where once upon my emerald lawn, frisky squirrels skittered,
Now, with a golden carpet, my sloping lawn is littered.

A wizened "hooty owl" has claimed the treetop as its aerie,
Silhouetted against a harvest moon, creating a scene so eerie.
Mellow moonbeams caress the tree forming a delicate shadow,
That creeps across the lawn as the moon flaunts its nocturnal show!

A family of robins that nested in the tree providing me with delight,
Have long since departed on their annual southerly flight.
Sturdy limbs where chattering finches put on a grand show,
Will soon be adorned with glistening garlands of snow.

Tho' each autumn the foliage from the ash will disappear,
And its outstretched limbs now present a picture so austere,
I'm confident that the ever-caring Creator this coming spring,
Will again adorn my tree in green for another season's fling!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)

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Autumn Steals the Sun

Autumn steals the summer months so now in loneliness I shut my doors and grieve,
Rain cleans the dust from a warm summer and as some flowers droop they say goodbye,
With the rain refreshing all, the smell and the perfumed dying plants turn into just sticks,
The air has rested for weeks now awakes and shake trees and my heavy wooden doors.

The shadows grow longer, but the day grows shorter, with a coolness of moisture,
Veils of clouds rush so much faster the showers are short bursts with sharp hail,
Along the sky are trailed clouds, with their gossamer drapery amid intense azure,
The sun rises once more so brilliant for these days, the calmest most impressive beauty.

Time passes, I close and lock my windows and pull back on the great oak shutters,
Then come the rains, long and deluging amid late summer frosts, that damages corn,
And when steady gushing rains, flood the meadows and fill the mead's, all is lost,
Late autumn steals the bright suns, in loneliness I shut out all light and grieve.

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lessons learned

Tis Autumn and the tired trees
Drop off dead leaves as sap lays rooting 
The long Spring war with gypsy worms 
Has caused a few to come to terms
The humming birds are still around
But not for long we fear
The color change is way too soon
For such a lazy year
To fatten up and hibernate
In warm and cosy den
And venture out a time or two
To see the snow and then
Patiently enjoy inaction
In contemplative satisfaction
Fireside sipping wrapped up warm
Bearly educated

autumnal feelings (Chilton or cheddah with the whine?)

Details | I do not know? | |


leaves fall in the autumn breeze
takes away troubles with abnormal ease
winter deposits it's snow white fluff-
to make snowmen,snowballs and stuff

spring blossoms with beautiful flowers
and with the sunshine,come april showers
then the summer radiates through
plenty of sun and fun,for me and you.

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Favorite Elf +Fairy Haunt

Wild  land  ambitious  new world
Silver frost lay on fields +hedges
adding  fresh color to their faces.
Yellow sky caked shoe stamping
Steep and winding path to house
Fading daylight  tidy little cottage 
Old  oak and smooth stonework 
Progression through the house..
Fine china lace-edged tablecloth
Tiny pattern of dark  blue flowers
Jammed decks fresh rolls butter
Golden chain locket red curly hair
Mahogany table orange oil lamps
Smell the Autumn rain sweetness

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Autumn Light

i learned, on the nightly news, autumn leaves
are actually pushed from branches
to make space for the coming winter snows
which would be too weighty for the tree to bear.

In essence, the tree becomes bare to bear.
that makes the fall sound bland.

i shine to thinking fall's leaves coming down
like confetti for the ending and beginning of years.
this allows for the necessity 
as well as the romanticism of the season --
a celebration of circumstances.

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Autumn Walk

Autumn's blessing,
The beautiful shades of the autumn trees,

Autumn's blessing
The coolness of the fresh air,

Autumn's blessing,
A long walk by the lake,

Autumn's blessing,
Nature beginning to hibernate,

Autumn's blessing,
An occasional squirrel scampering about,

Autumn's blessing,
The grey cloudy sky,

Autumn's blessing,
To be home again , warm and safe,

copyright Gwen Schutz

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Details | Verse | |

The Hand of Winter

The golden leaves of Autumn now are falling,
crisp beds upon the forests dampened floor,
Winters hand will soon be in the meadows, 
for Summers passed another year once more.

Life is quiet and now the winds are stirring, 
sounds of distant cries upon the lake, 
Summertime seems lost and gone forever, 
But once again in spring it will awake.

As I walk along the golden pathways, 
by the ruin and the mossy bank,
Where to times gone by, the mind so wanders, 
for this was where the wary traveller drank.

I can see the sign upon the doorway,
eat the drink what may before the fall,
For as in ages gone along the highway,
Winter hangs it's ice upon the wall.

Still the water runs beneath the bridges,
and a twig or two comes drifting by,
still I hear a sound way down the river,
as a pair of wings make leave to fly.

Now the skies are grey oe'r gloomy treetops,
gone now is the sound of mating call, 
gone the light and sunshine of a springtime,
now onward comes the white of winter fall.

Now the dark of night is drawing nigh me,
as I turn the track and make my way,
and once again, I think of cold bleak winter, 
then hurry back to where the homefires lay.

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Fall from glory

Cheers to our team. 
They march towards the trophy. 
Our hamlet swelling with pride 
encouraging, supporting, and rooting 
for these young men. 

As they battle with such might 
on a frost covered field. 
Not for victory alone- 
But rare honor, glory, pride, and love 
for their little home town. 

The wins continue to pile up 
like leaves from a fresh raked lawn. 
The autumn nights becoming cooler, the days shorter. 
Yet as leaves, so do tears fall. 
For all seasons must come to an end. 

Thank God another will follow 
Ready for next season 

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Pilgrim Souls

Diamond tears are falling,
crystal streams of broken dreams,
lost on the horizon,
children in a driftwood jungle.
Pilgrim souls of brown and gold
shining in the autumn moonlight,
secret homecoming.

A shooting star scattered sparks all around us
as you buried me in the sand.
Magic dust for infant eyes,
the treasures we unearthed
laughing at the blues,
cheating time
and whistling in the wind.

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In the Dark

Whispers by a wandering brook
their speakers shrouded by mist
somewhere within the shadowed fog
they hide 
in time 
with the brook
luring me
so I’ll follow their call
and venture
far from the path
till I lose my way in the dark.

Songs sung by rustling golden leaves
screen their singers from view
behind autumn foliage 
they snicker
a sweet tinkling on the breeze
snaring me in their well made net
Till I see with growing 
that the woodland path is gone: 
I’ve lost my way in the dark.

Silence in the silver moonbeams
illuminates their figures with light
around us sits the mist
caressing the golden leaves
the world
from view.
A peal of bell like giggling
breaks into the dark.

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Changing Seasons

The harsh touch of a river
erodes the muscles of a rock.
The mystical night's black sliver
invades nature's ticking clock.
The colorless wind dances
with the floating autumn leaves.
While trees fall into winter trances,
immune to the sorrows mankind weaves.
A fleece blanket of white snow
bids the weary earth to sleep.
As human eyes adjust to winter's glow,
old bones feel the chill's silent creep.
Thawing earth pushes up frail flowers
in the budding rebirth of spring.
Yet man lives on in paper towers,
ignoring the treasures each season can bring.

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Days Like This

Fall few and far between
The thousands of the common lot
That sink to nothing in the march of time.

     Days like this,
     All warmth of gold poured down
     From a roof all Blue Serenity
     Breezes soft and sweet
     As sighs' of innocent sleep
     Crowds of trees nodding in council together
     Around them the fields, an emerald sea -
     These days are gifts
     Of Gaia gone adorned in her naked beauty
     Her veils all pulled aside
     For those who know just how to look
     To see her as she really is:

Seductress Mother, Comforter, Slayer,
Harvester of Souls.

She draws her newborns to the light,
Then closes their eyes and rocks them to another sleep
Full of unknowable dreams,
Waking them again in different shapes.

She dances then to her selfmade tunes,
Of snowstorms in the heart of June
Or roses 'neath an autumn moon -
     Confirmation, Contradiction;
     Epithets and Benedictions.

On days like this a drum beats
Somewhere deep inside a quiet corner of the soul,
Calling from a distant time
When we spoke volumes to each other
Dancing 'round the sacred flames in holy silence
While the wolves howled through the icy dark

- If you listen you may feel it yet -

Stop awhile and watch the distant trees
Nodding in their ancient way,
Sighs winding close between them;
She has let the veils slip loose
Blinding in her nakedness
Breath trailing all around you warm
Like the blood you shared within the womb -
And there are drums
And there are songs
And salt of sea drifting through your veins
As you smile a wolf's smile without knowing it -
All these and more lie just below the surface

     Before She turns and draws
     Her cloak of stars about Her,
     Have one last look and just remember
     That nothing down here is truly trivial,
     Each day another page writ
     In the just-beginning Human Story.

Smile like a wolf and remember:
Terrible things, Wondrous things,
     Secret, Sacred, Magnificent things
Are always happening somewhere;
Happening Somewhere
     On days
                            just     like     this.

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Autumn Girl

On the scattered leaves
On this Autumn day
The most beautiful girl
In season display
Wearing the most gorgeous gown
Of silvers and tans
In slender fit
She delightfully stands
Her lovely brown hair
Down her back it flows
Her pretty face
Radiantly glows
As she strolls through the park
In a setting so pure
I had to rub my eyes
To know for sure
In graceful pace
The trees sway
To honour this beauty
Who walked their way
As they shed more leaves
They gently fall
Like Autumn snow
Around this girl

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November Skies

The leaves,
--They Change,
Their pigment fading,
From Green to Red, Orange, Yellow and Brown,
Gently falling,
--Is their calling,
To the colder autumn ground,

And as they lay there,
--As they stay there,
Lifeless, dead,
Lying like dirt,
The rousing wind rustles them up,
Making them dance and flirt,

As they’re flying
--and “goodbye”ing
Floating towards
A crimson view,
Showing the November sky,
The autumn’s eternal hue.

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Autumn Winds

The cool breeze lifts my spirits
Autumn winds so welcomed
Nature at it's best
Heartfelt wishes that it would endure
Leaves of crimson and gold
The sky of the deepest blue
Soon to pass
But I'll wait
For another season of Autumn winds

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Eternal Seasons

Snowing winter's night
death silent galaxy
sacred starlight...zodial destiny
shone through black sky darkness

Spring morning light crystal warm and gentle
twilight sun...radiant jewel
verdant orchard veils cool
my skin tanned remains soothed 

Morning sun,eve's stars,twilight moon
daylillies bloom
in summer trilight amidst day's blue amber haze and golden highlights
day's summer glow fades and blendsin night darkness as day ends

Night's shade,rythmic black ocean waves
cool and pleasant , cooled my skin sunstained
from daylight pain

Autumn morning through eve
cooled by shading autumn leaves and gentle breeze
their sacred colors 
blend with twilight skies that smothered
sunlight in an ocher amber haze
autumn's last remains
tuft grass bordered smooth vacant plains
twilight shades tamed
as night followed
I nestled sleep in ashwoods hollow
dreaming of Earth Heaven...until tomorrow

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Silent Witnesses

If trees could speak, what would they say?
As they watch from day to day...
Would they give their thoughts away?

If blood coursed inside of them, 
Through a heart, beating again and again...
Would they feel what's been done to them?

Would they talk of the many battles fought,
By men who only fortune sought...
And all of those who died for naught?

Would they speak of the homes they provide,
Across this earth so far and wide...
Wherein, God's creatures do abide?

Would they discuss the garments they wear?
Their Spring, Summer, and Autumn fare...
Or the white blanket of Winter's care?

Or would they only continue to stand,
With boughs gently swaying in the wind...
Silent Witnesses to a Greater Hand?

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The Wonder of Spring Downunder.

Can you smell it?
Oh Northern hemisphere,

Let down your hair my
fair lady,Spring is in 
the air down here.
Your Winter is our Summer
Your Autumn is our Spring.
Seasons are celebrated more
so in the Eastern nations
it seems.

Time for the birds, bees and 
flower garlands.
Time for Spring-cleaning and
color streaming.
Time for mates,dates and
great races with laces.

A deep forest tree romance.
Time for the Lover's chase
through fields of long grass.
Time to let old sorrows 
pass and friends to do a dance.
Spring brings amazing things.

Best of all it brings a scent
in the air full of promise
of new things.
it's a time to let go for new

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it seems as if a new day has come 
the rising sun has filled my heart with hope
the cool autumn breeze has awakened the inner me
and now i can see the inner you and
how true love can really be
like the waves of the ocean or the sea
rising and falling 
crashing and calming
so gentle at times it feels like the essence of peace
but like a flash of lightening it can change 
and here comes the rain beating down on you
and beating down on your brain 
which is exploding from the pain
causing disdain 
while the smile that once lit up the world
slowly vanishes
like the setting of the sun
it is no more
then the dew forms on the new grass
and the birds sweet song in the breeze is
resounding in my ears
filling me with a sensation that i have never felt
and as the butterfly passes by 
it's fluttering wings
makes me wonder and in an instant
i am astounded by the radiance of the rising sun
the power and beauty warming me
warming my soul 
as the crisp orange, burnt red, brown, and green leaves
fall from the trees 
i can see that a new day has come

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Fields Of Prayer.

Her tears the rains that drowse upon the earth, to littered streets,
Soft her breath the breeze, to blow the cobwebs at her feet,
Seeds she does in hearts of men, a flower to so compare,
To concrete heights in cities found, no colours do they share,

That all the world an Eden she tasks in every day,
To butterfly our hopes and dreams in each and every way,
Yet man so cold and ignorant, her beauty blind to see,
That all the world in angels eyes, could spin so perfectly?

But paint she does in seasons then, the colours of this earth,
The autumn leaves her ochre; the winter snows her mirth,
Her summer sun to light the world in golden fields of prayer,
The spring a faithful promise that her heart for all to share.

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              Autumn day's goldenrays seap through heaven's gentle blues
                    Shading, tangled leaves fire colors,autumn's unfallen few
It's flowered clearings...calming and pleasant...devine solacessence
                        Timeless...moments exploring its sacred charm 
                             pretty paradise unharmed 
 White shadow cloves grow where sunlight's veiled and nocturnalight's paled
          Glowing starbright's velvetine leaves and pedals bloom untamed
                                            thirsting autumn rain
            Their thorned roots baring gifts...fragrant oils and compost soil
                       Blue flowered grass and tangleweed clash
                       Through summer, autumn and winter past
                                      Summer harvest splendor
                                         Contrasts harsh winters 
                   Snow white timber casting felt cloves...aged old
     Sunburnt...autumnal colors shown...ocher, tangerine and gold
                  Bleed through summer's shading taragon cloves

      Bare timber stretching skyward yearn summer's goldencrystal rays
                                         As autumn's fallen decays
                Autumn is summer's present and decorative essence
                       Night's cosmic silence instills meditative solace 
                            Night keepers lit candled lanterned votives
As cloaking black air grew colder & starless eve progressed,silence its essence
                                   Morning frost forcasts winter's presence

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Autumn Yarn

Like a knitted farm blanket,
September's sun covers us.
Rolled up yarnballs are
haybales stacked and stored.
Click-clacking needles echo
horses' hooves, hurried hush.
Summer unravels like a glitch
in the pattern, only to become
a loop in the autumn purl.

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Autumn weaves its tapestry
Of colors bright and bold
A symphony of nature
A royal vision to behold

On mountains high and valleys low
Everywhere one looks
The master artist paints a scene
Unmatched in picture books

Then as the tapestry unravels
We reflect on seasons past
Wondering why the beauty
Of autumn can not last

Details | Choka | |

The Raining of Leaves

A cool Autumn breeze Wilts the foliage of trees, The leaves slowly fall. * The leaves slowly fall Waving their way to the ground, Wafting, side to side. * Wafting, side to side Dancing in an Autumn breeze, The raining of leaves.

Details | Ballad | |


Where do all the birds go? 
Autumn brings rain 
The birds............ 
Gone again 
Before the winter snow 

Where do the birds go? 
Leaving me......... 
All alone.......... 
With a leafless tree 
Birds, flown 
Yet, not me 

Where did all the birds go? 
Quiet flurry of snow........ 
They gave no sign......... 
They didn't show...... 

To follow a sun...... 
The birds....... 
The Autumn rain........ 
Here again.......... 
The birds... 
One by one 

Where do all the birds go? 
I do not know 
I have no wings, 
to follow........ 
I sit and wait for Spring 
The return of sound........ 
From the air 
Feathered things found........ 
I missed them so 

I do not have wings, 
to take me to the sun 
They left me.......... 
One by one 
My heart no longer sings 
I must wait.......... 
Until winter is done, 
and spring has begun 

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Now garnishing her stage with high décor
Does Nature take delight in seasons four;
Embellished by her handiwork, they stand
As symbols recognized throughout the land

Before her curtain rests a Summer spell,
Although behind the cool of Autumn dwells,
Awaiting only for the warmth to ease,
And paint the pallid faces of the leaves

Still watching from afar does Winter speak
Of coming frost and heavy blizzards bleak,
While Spring lies sleeping soundly in the earth
Until its beauty once again gives birth

In time all crafted seasons have their say;
The new emerges and the old gives way,
As Nature works relentlessly to hold
The glitter of her treasure’s fading gold.

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           As autumn bids the land farewell
           And winter's visit starts
           An air of pure enchantment 
           Stirs something in our hearts

           The sleeping earth is covered in white
           As the snow falls gently down
           A sight to behold as the sun comes up
           The trees adorned in ermine gowns

           The roofs of houses wear snowy crowns
           On the hills children shriek with delight
           The odor of hickory hangs in the air
           Hinting of a fireplace warm and bright

           Yards are dotted with snowmen
           Each with a jolly bright face
           Jack Frost drapes the windowpanes
           With a shawl of silvery lace

           Footprints dot the landscape
           And in the wintry chill
           A majestic stag stands regally
           A king upon the hill

          Winter is a masterpiece
          Designed for all to see
          A living showcase arranged by God
         To be enjoyed by you and me

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Green sickness.

 Every spring a noisy revelry rise.
  In a greeny mood, green sights entice.

 Soft buds suddenly bloom.
  Smooth feathers growing calm.

 A knight chirped greet to natural spring,
  His love eyes float of living thing.

 My slight gigling, his song diped.
  With smiling lips, green rain poured.

 Greenly love sprouted at dawn.
  It become classic beauty in the lawn.

 I touch the pearl drops,
  Lights flashing at grass.

 Love memories, i forget mine.
  My trance inhale, odour green shine.

 I weaved a garland, sweet dreams with green.
  A green leaf think to be lean.

 In a martyr tomb, autumn grief.
  Loud cry, there is no tear in the leaf.

 Fondling garland groan for wreath.
  Immortal pigment again my breathe.

 The longing cherish never lies.
  The green shadow never dies.

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Natural Abuse

Flowers blooming in the spring
birds that show us how to sing,
leaves that rustle in the breeze
colours in the autumn trees,
the sun that warms us from above
the moon that brings us thoughts of love,
all this beauty can be found
anywhere, just look around,
produced by nature with style and grace
to be abused by the human race.

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Autumn Fantasy

Had a dream the other night
Birds stayed, did not take flight
October came, November too
But temperatures were the same as June

What was happening do you suppose
Was Autumn holding back the cold
It could not for it's only a season
There had to be another reason

The leaves of trees did not turn
Nor did the bushes or the ferns
Grass stayed green, flowers bloomed
Was our winter season doomed

For who can forget a winters morn
When it seems the world is new reborn
Winter's white mantle upon the ground
And nothing but silence all around

Insects slumber, some birds are gone
But there are natives who give us song
Bluejays, chickadees, sparrows too
Silhouetted against the sky so blue

The winter season is a must
Or skis and sleds would gather dust
Who can deny the earth a rest
Mother Nature still knows best

Some think the winter harsh
But Spring returns in the month of March
Cursing winter can be terribly mean
For you might find you get your dream

Details | Prose Poetry | |

An Autumn Walk

One fine, blustering, autumn day an old gentleman walks from his home,
If anyone wondered where he was going he was on his way to a forest,
The old gentleman walked at a leisurely pace stopping now and again,
Just to see what the farmers men were up to and who was the plowman.

As he paused he took pleasure at the sight of fat cattle and poultry,
Duck, geese and turkeys busying themselves beside the big barn doors,
And he could hear the flail or the swipple, knocking out the cut corn,
He carried on walking, smiling and made his way to the brow of a hill.

He stopped at stiles and rustic bridges casting arches over the water,
Breathing in deeply through his nose, sampling the fresh autumnal air,
After looking all around, happy would nod and murmur, "Ay, all is good,"
Having satisfied himself he looked forward and so he walked on again.

It would not be long before he stopped, catching his wheezing breath, resting,
This time by clusters of rich, jetty blackberries hanging from large hedge,
And clusters of nuts, hanging by the wayside through many copses on his way,
in all these natural beauty the old man seemed to have enjoyment of a child.

A handful of blackberries went into his mouth and nuts in his jacket pockets,
With a quiet inspiring and thoughtful cheerful look he carried on his quest,
Bound for a long walk he was in no hurry enjoying nature and all it's beauty,
An old man stretching his legs enjoying the season of autumn and golden leaves.

He stopped again to talk to a very old laborer, who was busy clearing ditches,
And had you been nearer you would have heard their nostalgic talk of past days,
About the changes in that part of the country agreeing they disliked any change,
They shook hands and the old man waved and carried on with his autumnal day out.

Many years ago he was young and full of life, girls marveled at his thick arms,
In youth he was buoyant and sang songs and made love, went to wakes and party's
But now his wooing days had passed but still there was a twinkle in his old eyes,
His beautiful wife a rosy light hearted damsel had passed on, his son, moved away.

Back in the day he was strong and lusty he had no fear or cares his life was good
But now he was much leaner and his muscle's gone it left him like an old dry kex,
Sure those days where much better for him there was no comparison, none at all,
He went on his way and in his mind he was no older he saw all with youthful eyes.

Details | Rhyme | |

Sunday poet

Fresh scented pines towering over me 
Rest and sweep sweet summer noises
Buzz and dance with glee
  Crickets sing forever, a beat so wee 

Needles of green
 Running water a poets dream
Musty smells, the old church bells chime and lullaby 
Cool breezes, autumn teases nearly blowing by

Ponds of peaceful waters 
I sit here on these wooden quarters 
Dragon flies dressed in colors so bright blue- 
That rest upon the shapely stone, then flew

Into a wonderland of lush gardens 
Burnt amber birds stopped by, I beg your pardon 
For here I watch nature, as she spreads her carpet so free 
Of wild twisted branches and escaped flowers with a bee 

Sunday hours of liberty 
Dressed in suits and skirts, high society 
Golden rods that flex across the path 
And there, chirping, a baby bird takes a bath  
Lily pads float so gentle and dwell-
A poet’s spell, filled with serenity 
As I breathe in my identity 
Here on this dreamy summer Sunday 

Details | Sonnet | |

Scents of Autumn

Clouds of dim fluffs of gray float within the season,
Colorful cascades boldly scrambled by the winds.
This spell is magically prepared for definite reason.
Cooler breezes flows in directions, Mother Nature sends.
Each period has its own delights, for our splendid lure.
Four different stages for acts of purpose, by design,
I cherish the scents of autumn, most of all for sure.
Along with what it delivers, from which we dine.
Leaves falling, floating sets off aromas to regain.
Cooling temperatures freshen the evening essence.
Bringing autumn dew, which this sense does ordain,
Although the Morning star will erase in evanescence,
Each returning phase brings scents of autumn a new.
With breathless anticipation, we watch its ending hue.

Details | Tanka | |

Honkers {Tanka}

Embracing Autumn  
Shorter days bring longer nights
Cooler weather now
Seasonal migrating flocks
The sky fills with giant V's

Details | Rhyme | |


Looking out across the valley
brings pleasant memories
of times I stood here drawing
the water, sky and trees.

I've watched the seasons as they change
from wintertime through the fall,
embracing the challenge each one presents
as I've drawn here at the wall.

The springtime with each bud so new
and the summer in it's strength of green,
the autumn with each changing leaf,
there's just so much to be seen.

But I realize that as I've been creative,
my efforts are imitations at best
of the work of One who has created
a Masterpiece far above the rest.

Douglas L. Ace

Details | Prose Poetry | |


Some people associate October with gloomy fogs and storms,
Calm suns seem much lower than the summer it makes eyes smart,
The autumn winds up his harvesting, and the out side pleasures,
We stand and watch with some sorrow as the last swallows leave.

In gardens, on darker evenings, are red glows of the autumn fires,
A haunting time we are bewitched by the smell of burning leaves,
The fires dwindle, there are glittering stars in the frosty skies,
Under those frosty skies an autumn breeze sighs around the eaves,

It is a time in which to walk during the shorter but brighter hours,
Dressing warmly, enjoy the tranquil splendor of a fresh greenness,
Time to be thankful for the good and the beauty of a summer gone,
Spring will soon return and the renaissance will be a glory to behold.

Details | Rhyme | |


Summer is a joyous, happy time,
A time when vacations and picnics shine,
A time for romance and long, moon-lit drives,
A time for allergies and breaking out in hives.

Green leaves come out on all of the trees,
Flowers are blooming and gardens are green,
This is the time when ants and bees thrive,
Other insects too, start coming alive.

Birds are singing, bears quit hibernating,
Salmon swim upstream to begin their procreating,
Here they lay their eggs to continue Gods creation
There they will die-thus ends their obligation.

Summer is a beautiful time of the year,
It is enjoyed by birds and bees and deer,
I love the blue sky, the fluffy, white clouds floating by,
Then when Autumn comes, I'll sigh and I'll cry.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fall Of Cold Emotions

The color of winter and snow
Fly through the sky now and then they fall
Time drifting trees spun red, white, blue snowflakes of earth
Down along mosaic chimneys these wind-fingers whisper
On cold print ice
Delicate rich crystalline smoke
Turns blustery blow autumn sun holiday...

Details | Classicism | |


Sun glowing bright
the early morning mist
This ethereal light
is what I have wished

Soft crunch of frost
on an autumn leaf
Red and gold,
swirled and tossed

Soft misty light
Ethereal glow,
deep in autumn wood
The place I know
Red and gold,
swirled and tossed
upon white frost

The sun brightens,
golden glow
This autumn mist lightens,
a memory long ago

This moment I want to last
Soft misty autumn glow
This moment has passed
I have let it go

Red and gold..........
autumn leaves
Swirled and tossed
upon white frost
on this day I hold

This autumn wood
the place I know
I would go back if I could
To enjoy ethereal glow
This place I have missed
This place I have wished

Autumn light,
soft and bright
Red and gold leaves,
frost kissed
in misty white

Details | Ballad | |


As the geese flew north
The honking cries
Could be heard
In clear Autumn skies

Winter came
Blustery snow fell
During the night
Robin redbreasts and  Castle Sparrows
Could be heard
At first light

The King of Air
Fed all the birds at the Castle
During the day, 
He took food
Down to the forest
Beautiful as winter can be
Food was spare
The King made  sure
No bird, would go hungry

Castle Sparrows
Fluttered here and there
Earning their keep,
by picking up all sorts of things
The Castle was tidy,
as wished by the King of Air

Robins, strutted around
Puffing out their red  feathers
Amusing all who took walks
In the castle grounds

Winter began to thaw
The birds of spring
Called out joyously
Birds could be seen
Amongst the fresh green 

Birds of every colour
Took to the air
Flew amongst the Whispering Trees
You could hear birds singing

Heartstone Eagles
Circled high
Above a castle
Traversing the mountain
Daily patrols
Watching all of the sky

Details | Blank verse | |

Autumn's Reign (Blank Verse)

Oh, August lips of sunlight kiss the trees
and warming breaths of air suspend the frost.
The days of summer wrestle winter cold
in Autumn's nimbus of splendid bright shades.

The summer's end is now emblazoned bright
with all the shades of sunsets finest hour.
The days so hot but nights get ever cool
and flowers turn to brown and die to ground.

The Autumn equinox descends too swift
September much too quickly fades away
The arctic bite of October flows through
and steeps the earth within its bitter rain.

The chilly, morning tingle on the air
as falling dew drenched leaves twist from the trees.
The fragile diamonds mirror rainbow hues
in spectral prisms of aquatic bliss.

Oh, crimson mingled saffron reigns supreme
to wrap their cloak about the earth a spell.
The season's charismatic carpet donned
before the frigid snow of winter weeps.

Details | I do not know? | |

Fall Walk

It was the perfect autumn day
Bright and cool with a breezy wind
That blew the clouds about
On the spur of the moment I get an idea
With my grandsons hands in mine
We walked down the road
There was something joyous about the sights
I discovered peace flowing through me
Indian summer sun colored the world around us
The leaves along the way have turned 
Crimson, yellow, gold and orange
We watched leaves falling through the branches
Dancing throughout the air as they floated to the ground
It was a gorgeous day, sun shining through the trees
As tiny dust particles floated throughout the air
We stopped at the creek and watched
The water as it rippled over the rock
Babbling on to no one in particular
We picked up pine cones and rocks
Their pockets were stuffed full with keepsakes
We ambled along the roadside
We picked dandelions, blowing their seeds 
We gathered wild flowers and collected acorns
Then I slowly walked back home with two tired boys.

Details | Free verse | |

Watch the World Turn

The world turns,
Changing every second,
With every whisper of the wind
Every movement of the sea,
Every song of the birds,
All the earth is in motion

Look at your surroundings
And see the change incarnate

Watch as spring first begins –
The flowers in their bloom
The trees all green and glorious
The sky a crystal clear,
All the world seems light and weightless
We see nature and smile at its beauty

Watch as spring bursts into summer –
The sun shining brighter,
The air feeling warmer,
The heat healing the earth,
All the world is free and cheerful
We feel fresh, vivacious and content

Watch as summer rolls into autumn –
The leaves turning all shades of orange
Nature taking on a deeper hue,
The cool starting to finally sink in,
All the world begins, school, work, and play
We adjust to a new routine 

Watch as autumn fades into winter –
The air getting crisper,
The days becoming shorter,
Glittering snow falling softly to the earth,
All the world is comfortable and cozy
We settle down to warm by the fire

Look at your surroundings,
And see the change incarnate
With every breath you take,
Watch the world turn.

Details | Pastoral | |

Pure Love

In intimacy the sky kissed the sun
and spring became a season
with this conception showered tears
a sprinkle of new life each year

In intimacy the sun kissed the sky
and summer became a season
each year the children play and grow
around the love and warmth they know

In intimacy the sky kissed the sun
and autumn became a season
with words to wise in secret style
burdens of sorrow falls a smile

In intimacy the sun kissed the sky
and winter became a season
Father and sun as men may roam
Mother and daughter sky is home

Details | Narrative | |

Winter Solstice

Zero,minus twelve growing colder
yet orange meadowbrite blossom
though autumn is over

Bare burningwood trees lost their leaves
...ocher,orange copper
their vased pink flowers pruned proper

Snow burned my glowing brown skin
cold calloused stiff as winter begins
warm garments feel thin in bitter cold wind

Wool socks soft as kittens 
sown into mittens
summer's blossoms frostbitten
beneath deadened soil next spring's seeds hidden

Skin worn and blistered
yet warmth's in distance 

Home's...warm as summer's past,this day's first splendor
my skin thawed,blushing red and tender
as an orchard rottens and all pain's fogotten
yearning winter's end and spring first blossoms

Details | Pantoum | |

Autumn Pantoum

On this autumn day
In the heart of the city
The sun will have it's say
The leaves look so pretty

In the heart of the city 
Joy fills the air
The leaves look so pretty
It's life without care

Joy fills the air
This day is a dream
It's life without care
We are not what we seem

This day is a dream
Heat from above
We are not what we seem
From the sky comes love

Heat from above 
The sun will have it's say
From the sky comes love
On this autumn day

Details | I do not know? | |


Beautiful colors, so many colors do I see... 

Maple leaves fall and autumn fragrances now 

fill the air. Trees now prepare for a long 

winters nap. The ground now all covered in 

fresh colors of trees that have lost their 

foliage and gone into a deep slumber... Yet 

have we toiled in the hot sun all summer and 

now it is time to harvest our labor. We 

rejoice by breaking bread and filling our 

bellies with the fruits of our harvest. 

Winter now infringing upon our door 

step.  As bears surrender to nature’s 

tranquilizer and crawl into their hiding 

spaces for their long winters nap. Doeth not 

the fruits of our labor endure until another 

harvest comes and once again when nature puts the bear 

back into a deep, deep sleep, while others wait to

see what sales the news paper will bring?

Some say the harvest is the end, but it’s 

really just the beginning.

Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 
Copyright ©2008 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 

Details | Free verse | |

Moon Changes With Seasons

The tranquil moon permeates the very skin of man
Entering into the depths to where inspiration lies
Allowing breaths of wonder to escape the being
While staying eternal as a source of beauty
It is during this autumn that the moon shines dim
But yet with a fullness and brightness of life and hope
The autumn moon hangs low as if to kiss the earth
While the hearts of man rise to meet its touching rays
Look up to the sky tonight, breathe deep, take in the view
The moon welcomes all who seek beauty, romance and hope
Let the dreams inspired by this moon remain as a spark
When the dim light of winter’s death darkens dreams
For then it represents hope for change, growth
And the very spring of our lives and summer of color 

Details | Rhyme | |

Alabaster Wraith

The North Wind whistles as she lifts
her soft and sequenced hair,
her milky gown glows amethyst
as moon drops gather where
the Earth’s soft, gentle eyes fall closed
and tears arrest the night.
Her sleepy heart, to all exposed
abreast the piles of cold calcite.

I see her nearing silhouettes
her shadow long and bleached.
I’ve felt the chill of groaning bones
and heard Elysium beseech.
And so I wait through trials of
the Alabaster Wraith,
she dawns upon the still walls of 
a midnight void of faith.

White gypsum stars fall from her eyes
her hope all buried in the quiet.
Crescendos rise in moans and sighs
as Alabaster anguish riots.
She leaves a frozen chandelier
on every branch an blade of grass,
a billion shards of nature’s tears
like silver bells of glinting glass.

Oh, winter white symphonic, mute
her muffled voice like shuffling leaves;
winter’s sad lamenting flute
has petrified the autumn sheaves.
The alabaster wraith intrudes,
her silent chords of neutrals play
her sad requiems I can’t elude
as Earth is swaddled ‘neath her splay.

Her head held low, her eyes aloft
her face a shield of sleepiness;
her anger heavy, sadness soft
her weary smiles slowly undressed-
She leaves a silent sweet tranquility
upon the hush of nature’s breath
She rests in nature's mute soliloquy
beneath her shredded burdens depth.

Details | Quatrain | |

Embraced By Autumn's Change

The rain soaked grass reflects autumn’s power
Sitting with the leaves of changing trees nestled, dense
New fragrances arise from nature and nearby kitchens
As apple pies and cider inspire my feet and every sense

I feel within this ever changing world, the autumn air
How the season, also with it, brings a warm embrace
For the family and the season that is happily represented
Brings that feeling of comfort that can never be replaced

Details | Free verse | |

Return To Me

autumn afternoons glow with colorful nuances
i delight in shades of crimson
but not as much as azure
no not as much as the color of your kind, confident eyes
if only i could swim in the crisp cool blue of your eyes
and watch the shades of azure 
deepen as i get closer to your heart
but eyes are only a window to the soul 
not the doorway

when daylights exhausted its wealth of amber hues
and eve brings upon us shadow 
i take comfort in the five pillows that surround me
yet i am not as comforted in cotton and down 
as i am in a handful of your honey tares
fine as strands of spun sugar
and by the time I'll recognize this moment
the moment will be gone

for true loves sweet endeavor 
to wait to find this will last forever
but as seasons change autumn to winter
so does passions sweet affairs
a brief exchange then a wave good bye
if i never stop could i find
you just might wave hello again
to belive my life is gonna see
the love i give return to me

Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #53 / The world that awaits me

“The world that awaits me”
as I set down the book, look up
my eyes are drawn to my love like the Void
innocent, lying reading in the grass
under the shadow of the next tree
a sunbeam yet smiles its love upon her face
and the soft breeze now kisses her hair, but she
pays no heed, spares no thought, no pain for me
our lives were intertwined by fate for three weeks
(Oh! Sweet eternity!)
until I poured out for her the contents of my heart
she jarred it all up and gave me nothing but “No”
now emptiness creeps in to replace emptiness
Open, my soul! Be filled with the band music
pounding from the parking lot, drink
from the rustling trees dripping music like wine,
breathe in the autumn air we share
on this one day of Eternity, even as
our hearts drift apart, to find other storms,
never again to be united under the sun.

Details | I do not know? | |

Ode to a Maple Tree

Liken me to a maple tree
shy and reserved with thick green leaves
spreading elaborate for the neighbors to see
nervous when birds come to nest
Roots which have bent themselves knotted and tight
to reach out for water, creative hindsight
never with other roots banter and fight
a sigh and my shade gives up rest
Solitary.  Passionate.  Silver bough and burnished head
A maple alone on the block, but well-bred
limbs undiscouraged when cut up and bled
Endurance and joy under test
Solid stance just like a maple tree
when my colors bloom electric in the autumn breeze
I'll still be standing through the winter freeze
Remembering why I am blessed.

Details | Rhyme | |


A summer sweetness fills the air,
And spring is in the park,
But winter chills their hearts of gold,
And clothes them in the dark

A song is on the lips of trees,
And blooming flowers hum,
But autumn turns them all to brown,
And rids them of the sun

A calming lull is on the pond,
And sleeping shore is still,
But storm arrives to take the clouds,
And rain against their will

A silver moon is in the sky,
And stars are out to play,
But shadow hides their sparkling eyes,
And turns their light to grey.

Details | Couplet | |

Nature's light desk

Sweet, hard, heavy rain to feed the needy earth
Every green and living thing now drinks for all its worth

The Act to come, A Winter’s Tale, a time of bracing rest
And all the while, behind the scenes, the Maker works with zest

Each season sees a brand new set; the light show has to change
Those colours fall, and twist, and flow, spectacular in range

In wintertime aurora lights set polar skies aglow
In spring a palette of flowers bloom and grass begins to grow

In summer rainbows crown the land as showers cool the air
And autumn has the final show as trees begin to bare

The Engineer responsible is known by many names
Whatever name you care to give, this beauty still remains

Details | Rhyme | |

For the Leaves Tell the Trees

 The leaves tell the tree's of a change soon to blow
shimmering in the wind, a colorful hue.
Yellow, orange, and red sparkle in the autumn suns glow
the day's  grow shorter, soon they will fly like spirits on a breeze.
The sky is blue and the air crisp like an apple
late blooming flowers will soon be gone with the bee's.
Now barren, against  a grey winter backdrop they settle in for a long rest
other tree's in window's shine brightly with lights all a glow.
Neighborhood children sing carols door to door and comment on ones that 
look best.
Awakening from the roots once again they breathe in the spring
green life emerges all round the land.
A melody, delightful to the ears can be heard as the birds begin to sing
a certain longing, they've waited as they drink of a summers downpour.
Growing tall towards the fluffy clouds above
covered with beautiful foliage and sweet blooms for people to adore.
A familiar sight for once again I do see
for the leaves tell the tree's
It has alway's been and shall alway's be.

Details | Free verse | |

Season's of our Sun.....

Winter's sun,has reached it's crest
dark befalling,shortened breath
energy spent from seasons left
even the sun needs....a little rest

Time to reorganize all that matters
nature sleeps during frosted weather
cooling the engine of earthly tatters
which provide for all,in hopes we gather

Even in rest,earth continues to work
even if the sun should cast shadows and lurk
from the winters cold,to summers eve
harvest springs forth,which gratefully please

Winter's sun is our lullabye
rest and peace is a natural high
slowing our heels from a mid-summers play
ridding the hectic like our autumn days

Our sun is the generator,of all that lives
give thanks,at winter,for all it gives......

Details | Lyric | |

The art of nature

Nature’s uses chromatic tones in her pallet scheme
She blends them well it seems 
Rich browns to dust her grounds 
Sapphire blue above in orb 
Running clear where water is absorbed 
Perhaps the hue of silver now and then 
As the color of the house wren 
Swirls of brunt amber brushed on limbs 
Maybe some yellowish brown on the trims 
Wonderful jade and olive green 
The great makings of a garden scene 
Yes nature knows what colors work best 
That’s why she paints red on a robin’s breast 
Then in autumn her colors are vivid and handsome
The surrounding feeling is high and gleesome  
Crimson and orange peel 
All her colors have great eye appeal 
A dab of yellow and hint of light green 
Make fall truly an artist dream
I say nature is a teacher of sorts 
Because even in the ground she has colored quartz
Nature uses chromatic tones in her pallet scheme 
And all of them are a earthy theme

Details | Free verse | |


Adorned in autumn crimson safety
i find a place to make my change
twisting,turning,slowly wrapping
tender flesh in silken thread
this maple tree from which i hang
will sing me a frosted song
wrapped in blankets white 
colder months are yet to come

Details | I do not know? | |

Something Light

The sun climbs up a great big hill
To land upon my window sill.

The spider swings from tree to tree
Trying to get away from me.

The little limbs yield to the breeze
As it wanders through the trees.

A cat sneaks across the grass
Toward a mouse upon the path.

A little squirrel searching for seeds
Looks at me, his eyes say 'please.'

A sassy Jay calls me a thief 
It wasn't me who stole his seeds.

A little rabbit we call Billy
Looks at us like we are silly.  

An apple slice he will eat
Nod his head and cross the street.

The weeds have such pretty flowers
Then jump six inches after a shower.

The autumn trees begin to glow
And shed their pretty leaves below.

The owl wakes as evening nears
He hoot, hoot, hoots for all to hear.

The night waits and bides it's time
Waiting for the moon to shine.

As I kneel at days end
I thank you God for all my friends.

                      Cile Beer

Details | Fibonacci | |


of winds
bring Autumn 
striding down the trail-
and pampas dancing in the gale.

Details | Crystalline | |


Bright bonfire-coloured leaves all aglow
in Acer Palmatum's Autumn show.

Details | Rhyme | |


Crimson and umber tones swirled in delightful displays.
Glistening and dancing underneath warm, shining rays.

Soft breezes shower trees with aromas when they sway.
Flamboyantly exhibited high on each cool autumn day.

Elegantly you lovingly drift to the earth, serene and gay.
In piles you rustle while the children scamper and play.

Soon hues of winter will blanket in white, blue and gray
How I wish the stunning insignia of autumn would stay.

Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn Evening

The breeze blew through my hair,
Like a bird into the air.
The limbs on the tree sway side to side,
As chipmunk grabs a leaf to hide behind.
Down came the apple of a reddish color,
And two dogs run freely as if brothers.
The air grows cold as it brushes my face,
The light soon dims down at a gentle pace.
If you looked at my eyes, there was no deceiving,
It’s a breathtaking autumn evening.

Details | Rhyme | |

The White Hound Comes...

I’ve met the slow White hound
I’ve heard his haunting howl
prowl through November air
I shook his frigid paw
that came when bones were bare.

A gusty, spectral thief
of moments far too brief
his whispered pants enticed
and plumy tails left scrawls
a-tangle over ice.

He yelped a quick harangue
and pointed crystal fangs
he stole the autumn rays
denying hope of thaw
so glints of warmth would fade.

He shed his shadows here
and made gooseflesh appear,
he sketched on windowpanes
etched tales with frigid claws
of colors he had slain.

I wandered through the breadth
of  chilling, hunter’s breath
where daggers hung on eaves
and sawed the North wind raw
and browned the autumn leaves.

I’ve been surprised by bites
his glacial appetite
and found his muted dye,
a blinding livid shawl
O’er corpses petrified.

I’ve heard the White Hound moan
and chew on arbor bones
and shivers seized my spine,
tight-clenched within his jaw
as Winter swathed my mind. 

experimental rhyme scheme:

Stanza 1 -aabcb
Stanza 2 -ddece
Stanza 3 -ffgcg
Stanza 4 -hhici
Stanza 5 -jjkck
Stanza 6 -llmcm
Stanza 7 -nnoco

Details | Couplet | |

Autumn Ambrosia

Oak and maple trees turn to wines
As summer's final sumac twines
To autumn's cool amaretto scent
Among the season's soft lament.

The lattices of amber rose
Turn skeletal with fall's repose.

The final phase of new moon's chill
Brushes autumn upon the hill,
While fall's ambrosia soothes our fears
Of winter's cool crystal chandeliers.

Details | Narrative | |

Autumn Dream

                                                  Autumn day ages slow
                                        gazing through canvas windows
                                                molten gold amber glow
                                                        burning glare 
                melting summer's stratus...gentle fabric,stretch and tear
                                              cloudless blue canvas sky
                                             over miles of summer's rye

                           Lime blossoms turn copper,orange,amber gold
                               summer's orchids sunpaled and aged old
                 wilting flower tree pedals litter endless verdant meadows
     Passing through autumn meadows nestled sleep in verdant country woods
              In the quiet secret of dreams peace its essence understood

                             Twilight...burning amber fire clouds
                          glitter stars shone through cosmic night's shroud

                                       Curiosity enhanced night vision
                                        walking barefoot as I listened
to night's calming silence, beneath its wild verdance peace its gift and purpose

                                                Morning silent peace
                                         day's guilded relief
                              next autumn's seeds nestled beneath
                                                  winter's first snow

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October Hope

October light, 
burnt against pumpkin colored tree skin, 
lit with autumn secrets which only nature knows
October sky,
blue as ocean frigid,
promising to bring the cold as winter mushroom grows
October song,
written in the minor, mourning key
sad and soulful warning to hibernate your sun-starved, liquid dreams
October ending,
letting leaves dissolve, understanding warm rebirth
is the other side of the cycle to be blossomed: faith, belief...

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Like some remnant of my mind's invoice,
I see you still, like Godliness' true choice
does see forever, as a whisper quiets a voice -
I see you - only love could so rejoice!

While, autumn and the greens, once full and fresh,
I stumbled, wondered - will I see my love in mesh
of colors changing as the air's obsess
would freeze each hanging leaf in its possess -

I see you and with fall or winter blest,
that only God's true promise proves His test!

Details | I do not know? | |

The Breeze

Whoosh, Whish!  Shrilling breeze
Whips the leaves from off my trees,
Like the clapping, whipping waves,
Withering the rocks away in seas.

The wind is powerful as nature is weak,
The tree is fragile, special - an antique.  
The leaves just as old, its crumbled 
Fallen down to the burned autumn ground streaks

The trunk so loose, the roots not burly 
And the shivering airs has thundered my tree
From standing to sleeping, on the rough fouled floor.
Whooshing, whishing of the shrilling breeze!

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The Nature of God

The voice of many waters
Rivers, oceans, seas and falls
Extol the Lord of all the earth
From mountains, vales, hills he calls
In the fresh summer air
And in breezy autumn winds
Through the lowest grass, highest  tree
A still small word begins
Beneath rocks and atop plateaus
In open plains and inside caves
None can hide their faces
From the truth that Jesus saves
Ominipresent in all His creation
And the darkness is as the light
His sun does shine by day
And his stars all shine at night
To reveal His face and essence
The way that he sees yours
For all power empowers, never forces
Listen to his praise outdoors

Details | Free verse | |

I Met Novemeber...

I met November;
with its calico seals of Samhain
slain in a fair death
and bled by symptoms of naked hours
and loneliness.

I shivered with
the Strange dread,
not of predator
or prey
but the threat
of being siphoned too deeply,
into phone -cord spirals;
into the greedy sponge of Midnight veils
that wave amidst alabaster winds.

I found myself swathed in a patient void
sepia changelings in breezes
brushed desperate hands
and manipulated
a restless heart.

I was so long compromising,
warmth from stagnant shadows
and seasons circled in windswept dances,
where the choreography seemed to
alleviate me of reality.

But now,
the Autumn frolics
whisper of winter,
spreading a carpet of gossip
scrawled on tablet sheaves
the prose of windswept vows
that leave empty souls as they pass on,
gust to gust,
heart to heart
and stroke the conscious mind
and castrate the thread
that welds Love and Dream together.

the white ash of burnt love
tucks small flaming shards of hope
into a heavy envelope
and seals it with hushed lullabies
and promises
of a Spring.

Details | Ballad | |


The growing of a boy
To a man
Steps learned
The passage of journeys
Of the heart
Of the mind
Of the trees

There can only be
One Earth King
Love can never die
He lives
For, he is part of everything

His crown
Now decorated with leaves
From an Autumn Queen
For a boy born in Autumn
Became a man
Became a king
Became everything

The Whispering trees
Sent a leaf
For a new King to wear
For a King crowned
Upon his knees
The responsibility to bear
Of Heartstone

The new King stood up
Proud and tall
With Autumn leaves in his crown
The gathering of the Elements
The Seasons
The Winds
Celebrated in the Great Hall

Faeries , flew
Trees, whispered again
A beginning
Something new
For a king
A beginning
To a new reign

The Heartstone  glowed
For a King
Who stood tall
An Autumn boy
The joy
The love
Brought in to a hall

A sense of sadness
For the passing
Of an Earthen King
His face
His stories
Now on the Tapestry of Magic
That hung in the Great Hall

His love
For everything
The Learning of the Wise Ways
His humility
Is what makes a great King

The leaf
Given by the Whispering Trees
Upon his cloak of forest bark and leaves
He kissed it,
and believed

A sense of joy
For an Autumn King
The tears that ran down his face
Were tears of sweet gentle rain
For a boy
A  new  beginning
Born in autumn
Became a man
Became a King

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Colors of Autumn

I can smell fall
    in the air,
my eyes behold
golden leaves as
they descend slowly
onto the ground
the dying of summer
brings on fall
oh, the wonder of it all.

The autumn colors
such a splendid marvel
painted all around me
covers me with
feelings of compassion
knowing this beauty
that surrounds me,
is only for a short time,
until all the land
will be barren
on this spot,
where I stand.

Details | Free verse | |

Fall in Love

To fall in love
Is a  trip, head over heals
Tumbling like autumn leaves
Swept unexpectedly in a gentle breeze
To the ground silently crashing,
Rustling between the teeth of a rake
Forming a mound of high spectrums
Ready for a game of trust
And belly flops before dusk
When leaves are wisped again for moths
Who come to blazing flames of fire
As the sparks fly upward
The smoke billows signal
That winter has come
When beautiful colors cease,
And the trip ends suddenly
With bruised knees and a headache
After rose-colored glasses break
The enlightened is wisped
And tumbled away
Still every fall in love

Details | I do not know? | |



                                                   Springtime has passed,

                                                       Summer is a blast,
                                                 The Autumn mist is near;

                                    Yes, Fall has come and it won't be long,

                                                    Till winters chill is hear.

                                    With Seasons bloom the darndest things,

                                                The Willow's shad the bee,

                                      There is much surprise to wonder of,

                                                  Just take a look and see.

                                    Yes, nothing but pleasures for all to find,

                                          And believe it or not,  they are free...

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The poem of Hoping.

The summer has arrived suddenly.

The St.Petersburg White nights

still hug our city gently.

A lilac fog 

Fills the atmosphere around,

In spite of the fact that the lilac has already faded,

And sweet aroma of a jasmine 

Turns our heads, excites and intoxicates us.

There is Heat, and the thunderstorms with rain here, 

Flowers and the charming bumblebees live on my loggia. 

But why don't the melancholy and alarms leave me?

I think of the next autumn and winter.

Maybe, they have already started to approach to us. 

No! This is wrong! 

I shall forget them for a while.

I shall take inspiration from a lilac fog,

I shall be drunk with aroma of jasmine, 

I shall have fun, listening to the rain, 

I shall write new poems for my friends .

And, maybe, the summer will delay in my soul for a long time.

Details | Free verse | |

Tao Calendar

Where did we come from?
asked winter, of gratitude.

Who and what are we becoming and belonging?
asked spring, of hope.

Where are we going?
asked summer, of faith.

How did we get here, again?
asks fall, with incarnating grace,

winnowing harvest's climatic outcomes,
regenerative, redeem-and-balance, economic mind.

Each life, 
and all life, 
is a synergetic ReGenesis Project. 

How are yours coming along?

Details | Rhyme | |


Sun glowing bright 
the early morning mist 
This ethereal light 
is what I have wished 

Soft crunch of frost 
on an autumn leaf 
Red and gold, 
swirled and tossed 

Soft misty light 
Ethereal glow, 
deep in autumn wood 
The place I know 
Red and gold, 
swirled and tossed 
upon white frost 

The sun brightens, 
golden glow 
This autumn mist lightens, 
a memory long ago 

This moment I want to last 
Soft misty autumn glow 
This moment has passed 
I have let it go 

Red and gold.......... 
autumn leaves 
Swirled and tossed 
upon white frost 
on this day I hold 

This autumn wood 
the place I know 
I would go back if I could 
To enjoy ethereal glow 
This place I have missed 
This place I have wished 

Autumn light, 
soft and bright 
Red and gold leaves, 
frost kissed 
in misty white 

Details | I do not know? | |


Leaves fall 
I hear your call 

The colour to fall 
The magic weaving 
The colour leaving 
Standing tall 

Summer ending 
Autumn pending 
A walk through the leaves 
This colour fall 
The magic it weaves 
Standing tall 

Leaves to fall 
Standing tall 
A walk through the leaves 
Magic weaves 
On this colour floor 
What I saw..... 

Colour to fall.... 
For the precious you 
Colour ,to end it all 

The hardest thing 
that Autumn can bring 
The colour fall 
that ends it all 
Trees ..... 
Standing tall 

The colour to fall 
My heart.... 
The colour.... 
You, have it all 
Standing tall 

Details | I do not know? | |


Where do all the birds go? 
Autumn brings rain 
The birds............ 
Gone again 
Before the winter snow 

Where do the birds go? 
Leaving me......... 
All alone.......... 
With a leafless tree 
Birds, flown 
Yet, not me 

Where did all the birds go? 
Quiet flurry of snow........ 
They gave no sign......... 
They didn't show...... 

To follow a sun...... 
The birds....... 
The Autumn rain........ 
Here again.......... 
The birds... 
One by one 

Where do all the birds go? 
I do not know 
I have no wings, 
to follow........ 
I sit and wait for Spring 
The return of sound........ 
From the air 
Feathered things found........ 
I missed them so 

I do not have wings, 
to take me to the sun 
They left me.......... 
One by one 
My heart no longer sings 
I must wait.......... 
Until winter is done, 
and spring has begun 

Details | Imagism | |


Once summer green
then Autumn gold
bedecked this ancient tree-
Today silhouette laid bare
misletoed in winter frieze.

Details | Free verse | |

Somewhere in the Distance

    A forest stands
at the far end
           of the valley
of unreality
     The leaves are 
blown by an autumn breeze
        let the wind do its work
               we walk down 
the path 
      and see the brillant 
colors in the distance 
           someday we'll 
return home
       but for the present 
we will just enjoy 
   what we can
there is so little time
    to waste
We must make haste!
   Somewhere in the 
     a bird is winging 
its way
     to it's nest 
We are strangers in 
    this land  
       and must close 
the curtain
      all too soon
Somewhere in the distance
the small bird is 
returning home
    It's out of sight 
    but we have seen 
it fly
    We're not birds
but our spirits can 

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Dedicated to Wendy MacDonald from Australia

2. There is Autumn 

in the Australia, in the Russia

The red-haired Autumn has come to Russia.

She has painted all the leaves 

of the trees 

with gold colour.

The Wind and the Rain love her very much.

She dances the Parting Waltz

With them both.

At just this time, leaves 

are departing from their trees.

They are beginning their own dance,

named «Fall of the Leaf».

Then Autumn is singing

her lullaby-song

for orphaned trees,

for stray dogs and cats,

for the damp rain,

for the sparrows and crows,

And for the frozen earth, too.

Autumn is singing her lullaby-song

about the tropical, hot country, Australia 

Where there are eucalyptus,

And fern forests, the Pacific ocean,

And the mysterious mountains.

In this magic country live kind, funny friends:

Kangaroos, Koalas, Cockatoos, and Emu.

Now they are dreaming about Russian Autumn:

in her corona from yellow leaves,

in her red rowan’s beads,

and with her favourite friends:

with wind, and sorrowful rain.