Nostalgia Autumn Poems

In the cool of an autumn morning
my father and his friend, 
Jimmy Kerin, would go
mushroom picking in paddocks 
way out past the last suburban fence.
I...

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The autumn that had remained monotonous-
  For many decades,
  Now tears and takes pieces of hearts,
  Along with its old leaves, flowers,
...

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falling from the tree's autumn leaves paint the ground a colorful quilt.
crunching underfoot the sound of nostalgia memories of fall
red, orange, and gold a firework...

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It burns its way out of wood
resembling a fiery rose, 
and penetrates the gloom 
with gleams and bloom.

It murmurs ceaselessly, 
its breath an autumnal aroma,
with...

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Among the wandering leaves of autumn, I find myself,
Where fate and delicate time are intertwined.
I have told you of the nostalgia of endless nights,
How the...

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Spider rests on the faded web, content
Easy autumn, leaves crumbling into dust,
Pastel moon aglow, watches their descent.

Joy rises from every momentous gust,
Blessings flowing on gentle...

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Remember me, beloved
When the leaves turn red and brown
Remember how we danced in them
As they came falling down

Remember me, my dear one
When the sun sets...

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Leaves glitter quietly, serene and slumbering,
Beneath the frost’s quick breath.
Amber, gold and mahogany – crisp as the voice of winter
Shadowed by trembling winds of December,
Hopeful...

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On a night made of black sequined velvet
Missing perhaps more sequins 
Than the years have managed to retain

The air smells of damp yellow leaves
Wisps of...

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oh those autumns past....cinnamon cider kisses warmed by
the bonfire...

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Sunday eventide on the slope of the
fire-hued mountain,
owls take flight from the pine boughs,
I'm sitting by an open window,
peace of writing in the night.

Hunter's moon,...

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She wandered about the peaceful eve
Not knowing what it was she sought
Pumpkins on porches, a few fallen leaves
Weren’t as welcome a sight as she thought

October...

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Ever-changing Autumn, its shapes and shades.
Fanning breath stirs the heavily laden;
transforms and redraws like playful charades,
prepping, and grooming, all the misshapen.

A pastor's mural paints pure...

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The midnight streets,
Are empty,
And the ladies,
Are filled,
With longings,
And croissants,

The moon,
Has lit,
Its candle,
From within,
And the songbirds,
Are filled,
With nostalgia,
And wine,

The autumn trees,
Are shedding,
Their leaves,
And the jazz,
Is shedding...

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October’s here with her crisper air
As nights draw closer, warmth to share. 
Colours turn to red and gold
That brighten days of frosty cold. 
The smells...

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