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.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
A mong the ash, the beech, the birch they fall,
U nder the boles of white, beige and gray,
T hickening piles, a golden cabal;
U nvarnished leaves all in disarray.
M audlin, they lack the rouge kissed spark of red
N earby, oaks brown, await the children's tread.
* an acrostic done as an English Sestet
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2014
Lusting the passions of a secret desire
Unwinding the mystery of my needs
Funerals are for the future
Internment I ask be deferred
Timeless is my youth
Useless is my request
At seeking eternity or at least eternal rest
End of times may seem long away
Beauty we know fades, it will happen some day
So I dream of youthful moments
Isle graveyards were far away
Holy wars and loveless scores
That a soldier must endure
A desire for peace escapes this generation and more
External forces and internal woes
Death dances at my door
Dedicated to Sara Bernhardt, who slept in her coffin amongst all her love letters.
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
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
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
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
September 5, 2012
Contest: Any poem that received honorable mention
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2012
As cooler air replaces summer's heat,
Unbridled joy bursts forth so sweet.
Truly autumn is a wondrous time of year,
Ushering in cool breezes and warm cheer.
Metamorphosis turns green leaves to red and gold,
Nature's lush palette unveiled for all to behold.
Dancing leaves twirl hither and thither to the ground,
Enchanting us with their waltzes as they go round.
Little children form them into piles, then jump in.
Innocent, carefree fun reminds us when,
Growing up we once played the same as they,
Helter skelter, tossing, crunching leaves all day.
Truly autumn is my favorite season of them all.
Entered in Andrea's "Fave" contest
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2012
As flames of summer’s infatuations wane, a new love,
Unheralded yet undaunted, arrives,
Transforming and maturing until, like trees windblown, though
Unclothed and trembling at winter’s onset, remains
Moored in a strength of devotion which does
Not burn out like summer’s lust.
Love in autumn, mellowed,
Overspreads. . . and though the deepened russet and
Vermilion hues of fall eventually are touched by frost, its
Essence will ever endure.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
A utumn is a woman. Bedecked in gold and crimson, hair
U pswept, serene, she warmly glistens till capriciously shaking her
T resses loose and imbibing northern winds, she begins to
U ndulate, and underneath a streaked
M agenta twilight sky, this loveliest of
N ymphs then beckons you. . .
R hapsodies of memories not played since long
A go rise up in you. Old
P assions never quite forgotten swell your breast. Surrendered
T o, she can unleash in you. . . feelings yet
U ntapped. But all too soon, her
R hythm, tenuous, recedes, and all who have ever been
E nraptured, must face the old man Winter’s cold embrace.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
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.
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2006
Soon a walk in the forest will bring joy to the eye
Each leaf will be turning shades of autumn,
Prior to their descent to make a crunchy floor.
Then time seems to stand still in the morning fog
Eye catching images, the hills, the fields below where
Mystic looking trees stare out at you, branches bare.
Bringing about a mythical look through the mist.
Eyes cannot take in the changing scenes
Remembering it to camera is the best way
Penned August 8th 2015
Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS | Year Posted 2015
Kashmir is the heaven as they say
And from years i have been watching deaths at the bay.
Some come with metals,some burn the petals
Here you are safer only if you stay dumb
My words are not enough to bring up the sun as,
I have been living like in hell
Rest in peace -- and i believe one-day they ALL will FELL.--.
Copyright © KAMRAN RASHID | Year Posted 2015
All too soon the colorful spectacular disappears.
Under the soggy leaves, lies the dormant grass.
Too soon the blue skies have turned to grey.
United is the wind with cold.
Memories of summer slowly fade away.
Now we will wait for the snow.
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
Autumn is here at last again, bringing us
Unbelievable, amazing colors
Turning the leaves, to yellows, auburns, and browns, with
Unfolding blessings, and grace.
My very favorite season, of all the four
Nature smiles now, donning, Her new Majestic Wardrobe.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015
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"
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013
A pples, red and ripened, lie scattered all around
U nder trees where orange leaves are brightening the ground.
T reats meant for my children somehow end up in my mouth!
U p in skies so beautiful the birds are headed south.
M emories of new Thanksgivings have yet to unfold.
N ostalgia - though - turns bitter sweet as I’m growing old.
For the Seasons Acrostic Contest of Charlotte Puddifoot
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
Halloween night of events
Alot of trick or treating
Lots of candy for eating
Love when they come to the door
Opening bags wanting more
Witches, pumpkins or a ghost
Each comparing who got most
Even the parents take part
Not admit their young at heart
Everything Halloween contest
Copyright © Kelly Zakerski | Year Posted 2013
Autumn arrives and trees are brown
Up comes the wind, leaves tumbling down
They do not make the slightest sound
Upon the ground they formed a tapestry of colors
Merrily furling and swirling as the wind comes puffing by
No seasons has such beauty as this autumnal face.
September 30, 2014:
Sixth Place win
Seasonal Acrostic by Charlotte Puddifet
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014
As the sun begins to fade
Under the gradual onset of winter,
Tapestries of rich colour are
Unveiled as the
Metamorphosis of Mother
Nature begins once more.
Copyright © Janette Fisher | Year Posted 2009
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
Alluring Fall dew upon spider silk,
Unerringly takes me back to my youth.
To a time of those magical days,
Uncanny, how the heart follows suit,
Melting away the years with each beat.
Nostalgic images of playing in leaves,
Melds with the draw of freshly baked goods, while
Earthly scents, sweetly perfume the crisp breeze.
Mom and Grandma, the house they'd transform, with
Ornamental gourds in willow baskets,
Red maple leaves nestled in with pine cones,
Intricately quilted, down filled blankets.
Every Autumn, I take that long stroll,
Steeped in memories formed deep in my soul.
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2012
Autumn is awesome in early fall with colors covering over all.
Utterly confused by weather changing, the leaf colors always rearranging.
This day warm, the next one cold, the wind is mild or else it's bold.
Until Autumn gets too close to Winter and very soon Jack Frost will enter.
Most of its days grow frigid then, the bear is nestled in her den.
Now Autumn packs her vivid hues, leaving only white for Winter's use.
Written Sept. 29 for contest.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014
Autumn colors of gold and orange
Uninhibited by the emerald charms
Touching hearts with amazing ease
Uniting minds who long to please
Miracles floating through the sky
Nurturing feelings that simply pass by
October 1, 2014
Seasonal Acrostics - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot
Copyright © Regina Riddle | Year Posted 2014
Saying goodbye to summer's
Unrelenting heat brings joy.
Munchkins return to the classroom and
Moms now have a moment's peace.
Eagerly I await autumn's flora and
Relish the delightful coolness of the weather as
Summer relinquishes her throne.
Enjoy the dregs of summer,
Now that the days grow shorter, but
Don't be sad - she'll return next year.
For Francine Roberts "Summer's End" contest
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2013
No other month dresses nature in such beauty of fiery colors
Or hears so much prayer in thanksgiving as the one in autumn.
Verses come naturally, blessed by bountiful harvest even as
Embers of Indian summer bring special memories with warmth.
Many songs are written as cold days approach and more will
Be born for the wonder of the cycle of life, as words we find
Embraced within the artist’s heart, happy with homecoming;
Remaining there not for long, words find freedom in a poem.
09 August 2015
Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015
Amplitude of seasoning--spicy colors, zesty scents,
Unbridled passion conceals a crumbling heart;
Twilight violins in tumult bow strident cacophony,
Unmasking the harvest madness in the corn.
Maternal? Never! So unlike her sister Spring,
Nonconforming Bohemian is all Autumn plans to be.
September 29, 2014
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2012
Seeing the trees in the country yard brings jot to my face. I lean on the south window and let my pride expand.Every day i stroll in the garden for pleasure. Cane in hand i walk and rest. Occasionally raising my head to gaze into the distance. As the sun's ray's grow dim and disappear from view. I walk around a lonely pine tree stroking it back home again. Here i enjoy honest conversation with my family. And take pleasure in books to dispel my worries. And am moved to think that my life will come to a close. So little time are we granted human form in this world. Let us then follow the inclinations of the heart. I have no desire for riches. And no expectation of heaven. So i manage to accept my lot until the ultimate home coming rejoicing in heaven. Commander what is there to doubt?
Copyright © craig schaber | Year Posted 2014
Spring Summer Autumn Winter Acrostic Poetry.
Seeking political office is getting hard,
Party politics needs more vigor in this regard:
Republicans must try more to deliver their views
In order to organize the people, without any excuse;
Nowadays, Democrats are getting stronger, after
Gaining control of the White House and the Senate altogether.
Some people think, and it's a true fact, that
Unless Republicans try to review their policy tact,
Many of their seats will be lost in congress,
Mainly some seats in the Senate, also some of the seats they control
Especially in the House: they will have to review and
Revise their conservative norms, regarding Immigration Reforms.
America needs a strong leader
Under the present day economic conditions
To lower the country's debt of over 14 trillions dollars:
Until and unless we try to cut down spending and
Most of us try to reduce excessive wastes,
No amount of effort will save the country from disaster.
We the people think that
In this country it was
Never the right thing,
To increase excessive spending,
Even if we could afford to spend it.
Responsibility lies in all of us to reduce the nation's debt.
Copyright © Mya Thein | Year Posted 2013
Amber tints the harvest moon while chimneys, again, heave hazy sighs
Umber puddles invite schoolyard boots as geese part an iris sky
Topaz fields grow pumpkins and golden gourds trim our Thanksgiving
Ultra-violet days are long gone for fall’s hues are more forgiving
Maroon festoons tall maple trees, grey squirrels chatter while blue jays play
Navy umbrellas shield pale faced heroes come Remembrance Day
By Cyndi MacMillan, August 15, 2012
Written for Russell Sivey's Autumn Colours Contest
Copyright © Cyndi MacMillan | Year Posted 2012
A pageant of seasonal beauty,
unfurls amidst breath taking tree tops.
Teal leaves morph into umber and gold,
utilizing a painters pallet.
Muse to the most prestigious artists,
nature has inspired masterpieces.
Color plays out like a rhapsody,
of subtle notes in a melody.
Lacquered patches of green leaves gather
onto branches of pines and cedar,
rendering colorful mosaics, as
scarlet and tangerine commingle.
A celebration of bright pigments,
reveling before the landscape is
effectively stripped of its cover.
Apricot and orange interlace,
magnifying in intensity.
And groves of birchbark trees resemble
zebras or skeletons exposed as
iridescent canopies ripple.
Nothing short of spring can rival the
glorious spectacle of autumn.
( A first letter acrostic poem spelling “Autumn Colors Are Amazing” )
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2013