Changing Seasons Poems | Examples
These Changing Seasons poems are examples of Seasons poems about Changing. These are the best examples of Seasons Changing poems written by international poets.
Welcome dear golden time, autumn
Singing the praises of autumn
Verses bursting with color- autumn
Immerse yourself in autumn
Gorgeous palette, time for creativity - autumn
Influenced by the light quality of autumn
A warm cappuccino is delicious in autumn
Flannel plaid pajamas keep you warm in autumn
Remember Vitamin D for your health this autumn
Embrace with ecstasy the glorious autumn
Wrapped in a thick wool blanket - aesthetic vibes on autumn
Many cherished memories - harmonious autumn
four changing seasons
mother nature-father time
gifts given to us
Date: 19th August 2026
Autumnal whispers swirl in the breeze
As its gentle arrival hugs the trees
Still offering warmth in the glow of daylight
Changing leaves into rustic colourful delight.
Autumns breath gradually grows cold
To prepare the earth for winters hold.
Autumn breathes opportunity to animal kind
To gather up every morsel they can find
So that they can stay safe, fed and warm
Tucked in, cozy, away from winters storm.
Even with the knowledge of what is to follow,
Autumns breath soothes pre-winter sorrow.
Autumns breath reminds us that seasons end.
The harsh, dark, colder times won't last, my friend.
I'd rather fall at the hands of nature—
endure the whiplash from changing seasons,
be ransacked in storms erasing verdure
but not by crude loggers or their reasons.
In time to come, I might be metallic,
slip from imagination, unreal!
What is wood, this leaf, but an italic?
Who will append me to the holy grail,
will to elegize my lost symmetry?
Today has already begun with breeze
lilting foliage; fluttered melody,
transporting berries, bewitching degrees.
A caterpillar licks my face away,
and a worm is canceled by a blue jay.
starling on water
in a reflection of moon
dreamy dawn maroon
otherworldly blooms
bestowed by summer just past
time's going too fast
dewdrops pink roses
scents as I come out the door
no gloom anymore
green trees and sunshine
a new neighbor on my street
mauve days no repeat
each season's colors
like redbird of Illinois
leaves memory joys
Crimson leaves lie a blanket for summer's greenery
September is slowly slipping away
Colours, they are changing day after day
Trees are shedding their lovely leafy charms
All is becoming quiet on the farms
Excitement is growing in each child's heart
Anticipating Santa's's sleigh ride start.
For the first time
in two months...
I closed the door,
summer is fading
into the crispness of fall.
Flower blossoms are poor,
yet production is rich,
creating seed
for spring's progeneration.
Leaves begin trading
their summer attire
for the season's new color,
as I clean out the hearth
for a cozy night's fire.
a crisp august night
evokes vibrant changing leaves ~
autumn's bitter kiss
the air becomes thin
the changing of seasons come
i can barely breathe
The whispers of autumn may speak about
the leaves' changing colors,
Or the dying
of the summer flowers.
The whispers of autumn may speak about
the warmth of family gatherings,
And the simplicity
of childish imaginings~
But whispers of autumn speak to me about
the winter's fast approaching,
And the death spectre's
unmerciful encroaching.
I'm raised in SoCal, calm weather agrees,
and you, from Boston, know weather, severe.
Our states of mind match these climates I fear.
Like Winter sadness, leaves fall from your trees,
and then I'm missing those green absentees.
Like Summer, a hot flare up may appear.
The reasons are celestially unclear.
Oh, how will I deal with moods such as these?
Deciduous trees, specialists in change -
variety and beauty they will bring.
These shifts do add the color to my life,
as days with you I would never exchange.
In Winter, I am sure there will be Spring,
and I'm happy that I made you my wife.
Seasons
Snowy winter
with its icy fingers
Soon thaws out to bring spring blossoms,
Lilacs and roses with their fragrant scent
will then bask in summer sunshine.
Then autumn takes the throne
Leaves start to fall
Seasons
dried up grass and roots
too much rain for farmers fields
seasons always change
Bleakness
A story of an
Outward blanket
Of whiteness and cold..
Overwhelming perhaps..
Reflections arise of the
Amazing sudden change..
In the story may also arise
A sense of no-time
A sense of no-changing:
No-changing seeming as
Bleakness..
And peace...