Autumn Morning Poems

These Autumn Morning poems are examples of Morning poems about Autumn. These are the best examples of Morning Autumn poems written by international poets.

Can you feel something is about to change,
is it in the air everywhere you turn?
Much cooler mornings and nights are coming,
less sunshine each day for

© Paula Goldsmith  

The smell of humidor
Charmed the old house and
Frightened me as I ascended the
Narrow stairwell that gentle
October morning.
The song of autumn was playing
Low, and with astute

© Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu  

With gentle hushed whispers
                  autumn paints umber hues

© Dr. Vandana Sharma  

Outside the trees are called
by the Autumn’s breeze.
The door isn’t perfectly shut
as the leaves seep through
the uneven cracks.
The whistling tune from
Nature’s broken karaoke
machine finds its

© Diana Morales  

Early Moring Interuption 
Travelling steamed coffee 
Aroma in silence 
A lamp early dusk 
Trees swaying are curious 
Mountains embrace us 
From afar 
Just pondering ajar

© Charles Gadbois  

glistening shadows
fading gently into light ~
breaking through egos

© Regina Mcintosh  

One early autumn morning, before the sun awoke, 
before the moon had disappeared, or any robin spoke. 
I opened up my window to feel the

© Ron VanHooser  

Giant basket of apricots rising
Scattering its contents across the east
Revealing frosty dried autumn leaves
Used as mulch to make plants feast

Light ice upon the birdbath
Birds will

© Sara Kendrick  

Morning 

Under the early morning starry night skies
A little red robin fluttered by
She came a little closer to me 
Bathing  in the peace of

© Daisy Reilly  

honey rays sunbeams
enter through window
old oak tree's leaves dance
squirrel run up trunk
mate sits on back fence

feel recliner
yorkie silk hair
porcelain cup
forced vent warm air

news station
dog barking
ears

© Eve Roper  

(Pema, 2024)

Sweet Nothings

Cool autumn morning
And the best place to be 
Is nestled up beside papa
As he reads or idles away his time
But not before taking

© James Moore  

This morning, I packed my soul into a backpack worn by unfulfilled dreams,
Leaving behind the noise of the city that grinds my existence like a

© Dan Enache  

The park still wears a light mist
over its grassy reaches.
Autumn and the trees
are losing their leaves.
Children are getting ready
to go to school.

An old woman is

© Paul Willason  

On an autumn morning, leaves dance in the wind,
Wandering thoughts embrace my lost and sacred soul,
A stranger in my own skin, an actor without a

© Dan Enache  

On an autumn morning, leaves dance in the wind,
Wandering thoughts embrace my lost and sacred soul,
A stranger in my own skin, an actor without a

© Dan Enache