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Autumn

                                                      

                                         Autumn's true beauty will display,
                                        A woodland scene, a final show.
                                        Those falling leaves, red  gold and grey,

                                         On gentle breezes dance and sway,
                                         A graceful sight as cool winds flow.
                                         Autumn's true beauty will display,

                                          A magic carpet as they lay.
                                          Beneath the trees once more they blow,
                                          Those falling leaves ,red gold and grey.

                                           Now on the woodland floor they play,
                                           In morning mist, and sunlights glow.
                                           Autumn's true beauty will display,

                                           A tapestry from disarray.
                                           An ever changing to and fro,
                                           Those falling leaves, red gold and grey,

                                           Will dance once more, before decay.
                                           One final show of trees we know,
                                           Autumn's true beauty will display,       
                                           Those falling leaves, red gold and grey.       



Copyright © george seal | Year Posted 2015

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Autumn Air

Refreshing that first breath of Autumn air,
As welcome as the first soft breeze of spring.
Goodbye to Summer and its skies so fair.

Adventure forth without coat if you dare,
As to their summer’s wear some folks would cling.
Refreshing that first breath of Autumn air.

A preview of the winter’s cold is there.  
Migrating birds arriving on the wing,
Goodbye to Summer and its skies so fair.

The last of harvests all wild ones will share.
Not too long now before the snowflake’s sting.
Refreshing that first breath of Autumn air.

Soon, soon, the big  retreat to winter lair,
After fattening in last big feasting fling.
Goodbye to Summer and its skies so fair.

Livestock will depend on farmer’s care,
With grasses gone, he must their fodder bring.
Refreshing that first breath of Autumn air.
Goodbye to Summer and its skies so fair.


By: Joyce Johnson
10/12/12

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012

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Fluttering Leaves

Fluttering Leaves   






Listen to the wind fluttering the leaves 
and tickling the canopy for a lark,
laughter applauding every playful breeze.		

Lyrical notes that instinctively please
as patches of light play tag with the dark,
listen to the wind fluttering the leaves. 

Sunbeams flicker through the branches of trees 
alighting briefly upon gilded bark,
laughter applauding every playful breeze.

Sending weeping willows swaying with ease
to the delight of children in the park,
listen to the wind fluttering the leaves. 

The venerable old oak groans and heaves
standing there all alone noble and stark, 
laughter applauding every playful breeze.

Fairies do exist if one but believes,
their elfin magic giving spring its spark.
Listen to the wind fluttering the leaves, 
laughter applauding every playful breeze.




(A villanelle poem)

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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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.

Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2014

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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

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013

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The Owl

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Copyright © HevinLea Watson | Year Posted 2015

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After This You Needn't Regret

After this you needn't regret
Your life is bourn as your child today
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

All stakes are high upon this bet
Though grace and patience is all to pay
After this you needn't regret

In warmth and bonds may trust inset
The glow of knowing till egos play
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

Advice wears over for angst's outlet
Never rash nor heavy, never lose light in day
After this you needn't regret

In a wink and a worry in your Autumn set
A thought to the child now grown away
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

Then a day your child takes up the fret
You smile to see their berth and say:
After this you needn't regret
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

Copyright © Mathieu de Casanove | Year Posted 2011