Beautiful Autumn Poems | Examples
These Beautiful Autumn poems are examples of Autumn poems about Beautiful. These are the best examples of Autumn Beautiful poems written by international poets.
I took a mountain ride
Scenes unfolded before my eyes
beneath widespread, deep, blue skies
It was the perfect place to hide
Far away from stress and obligations
In a world of colorful trees
Showing off before a deep freeze
Nature has its own intentions
I could smell Autumn at my fingertips
Red berries were shining in the sun
A decorated forest was full of fun
As the elevation released hardships
I drove away and I said, goodbye
I am grateful for all that it gave me
Everything that I experienced, all to see
Until next time, waiting for me to fly
Heidi Sands
9/24/26
(C)opyright
The autumn day is beautiful and sweet,
and the sounds of nature ring loud and sharp;
I stand listening to a lone bird song.
His tweets, chirps and twirls an echoing song,
I am in awe of his melody sweet;
and then, the wind answers in whispers sharp.
Somewhere, a tree branch breaks with a crack sharp,
disturbing tranquility of this song;
I love nature and the hidden sounds sweet.
Let this sweet, sharp, song ever drift and float.
Flowers fade, and leaves tumble, twirl ~
they fall fragile whirling, dancing, drifting.
Red, russet, glimmering gold,
death's decay beautiful, still, silent.
Wind whispers, birds trill, tweet,
branches broken, groan, moan mournful.
Cold crisp nights, days a warm welcome.
Clouds swirl about like diaphonous gauzy curtains,
the autumn forest a picture of serenity,
bird songs a musical lilt- a rhythmic cadence drifting,
the trees creating a veiled haze in the still morning air,
I stand in this decaying forest as the threads of summer fade.
Soon, I come to a shallow lagoon - a pondlike marsh,
the falling leaves are red, gold and burnt orange,
I watch ducks floating in tranquility on the glass water,
and swans lissome make ripples that whisper woebegone,
the wildflowers are wilting beautiful, and enchanting.
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Autumn, my breath of fresh AIR.
Autumn, she sings melodies of CARE.
See her as your beautiful BRIDGE,
And she will assist you over the RIDGE.
From the fighting forces of NATURE,
She shields and gives hope for your FUTURE.
See her as your seasonal ADJUSTER,
And she will see you through DISASTER.
Accept her as the officiating REFEREE,
From climatic extremes she'll set you FREE.
Autumn, my calm after torturing HEAT.
Autumn, my peace, poise; my season TREAT.
the falling leaves drift
gold, red dancing in the wind
ending in decay . . .
love to listen to the birds
and walk the forest fading
Words don’t fall from trees
Like leaves in Autumn do
Instead, words are deeply embedded in each leaf
And the trunk and branches, just to say a few.
Words left unsaid resonates in a frequency
Unbeknownst except for those that hear the clue.
Words don’t fall from trees
But, are heard from a selected few
Listening for a word or two as birch wood branches shake off a leaf or two.
Hearing trees call ruffles birds out of their nests
Under the heavenly canopy of which binds us, so true!
Trees communicating under the sky shaded blue
Rest assure one day you will hear them too!
We line the driveway
where people roam
We get to show our true
colors all year long.
Generation after generation crossed this path..
Some of us old, some of us new
We are all here to welcome you
What other secrets do we hide,
when we are in full bloom.
Of on a rainy Saturday afternoon.
We get to show our true
colors all year long
We line the driveway
where people roam
We are the pride
of your home !!
russet leaves rustle
in a deep red twilight’s chill
as I ruminate
on summer’s passing and this
beautiful melancholy
gorgeous autumn faerie with your light tangerine hair
your gray blue eyes so bright, your porcelain skin so fair
we have been waiting in the pumpkin patch for you
knowing you appear on October twenty-second, always true
You are more beautiful than last year, I think
your hair has a softness usually reserved for lacy pink
I feel an uplift in the breeze as you pass my way
you are forever in my heart, end of October, here to stay
“As long as Autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see” ~ Vincent Van Gogh
Summer's end
fall harvest in store
ripened gourds
rising hopes
and who’s this to cheer my day?
a friendly scarecrow
Final Days
Autumn’s sad demise
withered vines
chilly air
you look threadbare, far away,
my tired, straw-filled friend
Deep Winter
a blanket of snow
covers all
I once knew
where are you? oh my, you have
become a snowman
Please call me Autumn; call me Fall.
Light Summer is gone. I am here.
My amber leaves make you recall
someone special you once held dear.
Beautiful, but melancholy,
please call me Autumn; call me Fall.
Summer's carefree, reckless folly
surrenders to my gloomy pall.
It's now my time to come and call.
Bid farewell to Summer's warm kiss.
Please call me Autumn; call me Fall.
I'll remind you of one you miss.
As dead leaves from branches depart,
drifting slowly from trees so tall,
I'll help you feel your broken heart.
Please call me Autumn; call me Fall.
A FALL’S NIGHT WINTER PRELUDE
The thunder roars,
The lightening sneaks
Piercing peeks
Through the darkness;
Cosmic tears gently flow
Down with beautiful
Splashing rhythms;
The pitter-pattering melody
Echoes throughout the night,
Caressing the mind and soul
With moisturizing serenity:-
Ironically, this will soon become
A scene of casper-like flakes,
Quietly floating down in the night,
Slowly laying their crystal-white carpet:-
Goodbye autumn and every one of your warm coloured days
You're leaving us nostalgic and in a tiny bit of a haze
We'll miss the tingling sensation of your playful sunrays
Already there's dimming of the tree-covered hills that looked ablaze
Yes, most of all we'll miss your scenery deserving of much praise
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Me in love with my cluster of hairs
since I was running in my teens :
Curly, deep black, thick bushy,
also lengthy reaching my waist,
drawing attraction and admiration.
Felt proud paying reverence to hair.
On ageing owing to hair loss,
bound to cut till neck in steps.
Even in old age, fluffy woolly natural style
provides grace and elegance on my face.