Lonely Autumn Poems

On the dusky roads
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I smile at myself
for being so sentimental,
but how lonely it looks -
the last leaf 
on the cherry tree.

Its countless companions
who shared and hung together 
through...

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Spring Time pretty flowers in my garden will start to grow,
do you see the old huge black crow.
Summer Time with lots of outdoor fun,
watch out...

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“Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn.” -Elizabeth Lawrence


Still, soft colors
like blushing roses,
dew kissed,...

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Plenty perfect pumpkin plants.
Piles promote pickers;
People preparing pumpkin pies.
Porch provides pumpkin presentations
   ...plump, petite, pretty.
Pumpkin products prove palatable....

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The lonely dirt road is not alone......

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Your hair smells 
of conifer forests 
and the Michaelmas summer 
that I nurture on my palms.

Winter is looming,
they cut down the trees....

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jasmine is nectar delight

blossomed leaves to so unite

floral whispers bold

of petal tales told

dreamy sip this fragrant flight.
...

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In a windswept lane,
Autumn leaves fell with delight.
They twisted and twirled,
With not a care in the world.
My lonely tears fell that night.

Time for thanksgiving.
The cool...

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Rich
colors
fly away
Southbound birds too
Lovely November
of lonely skies
pink clouds glide
Sun sinks
rich...

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autumn-dressed in pretty colors of red, yellow and orange
cool breezes-cover the pumpkins at night like a blanket
the sun-now has less time to play outside
autumn-is my...

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Gloriously luxuriating in eternal sleep

Forlorn; bereft of golden
(slippered) opportunities I weep;
Three score and four years
replete with mailer daemons,
hence mindset adrip
with self denouncing expletive filled bleep
unwritten...

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Eerie whispers in the night,
Dread fills the air, a chilling fright.
Ghosts of the past, they take their toll,
Apparitions that haunt the lonely soul.
Raven cries out,...

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It's nature's will in Autumn trees—
To slip out of offbeat colors.
There lay crushed prose he saw through her.
My unattached ground still does bleed
From raked walks...

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The end of October is mild but rainy,
every plump pumpkin has been picked,
the lonely scarecrow is too weary;
oh, he's annoyed and tired of being kicked
by...

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