Fall Seasons Poems | Examples
These Fall Seasons poems are examples of Seasons poems about Fall. These are the best examples of Seasons Fall poems written by international poets.
Silent and colder
November is grey
dying leaves fall down
summer shades fading
grey branches sharpen
mixed leaf mounds sparkle
Pumpkin Spice heralds fall,
But I do not like it at all.
This seasonal fascination
Is an uncouth affirmation.
Cold weather is sure to follow~
Snow and ice and homebound wallow!
IN THE DOWNING OF SPRING
Autumn will soon fall;
Paving the way for winter’s
Cold nature of life:
Time for us to prepare for
Life’s cold-coming-challenges:-
autumn colors begin
slowly at first then explode into woods aflame
first frost falls
chilling each leaf's core
awesome colors bring mountains fame
not shore
red, gold
beauty exclaims
fall
autumn colors begin
awesome colors bring mountains fame
fall
September's cold air touches the day
As many flowers drop and go away
The morning sun works to warm the air
As hummingbirds soon leave, my despair
Leaves will bring gifts in many colors and hues
That helps sooth the coming into fall blues
Summer's departure's near as fall soon to be here
SAGE TREES SERENELY CANVASSING
Quiet tree branches,
Lean as if in prayer;
Leaves soon to be graved:-
Indeed, Spring will soon pass on;
Leaf-falling Fall, awaiting:-
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the clock ¦¦¦¦ tells the time,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the ¦¦¦¦¦ day sunk in ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ night;
¦¦¦¦ I behold the violet ¦¦¦¦ prime,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ all silver'd ¦¦¦¦ with white;
¦¦¦¦ lofty trees ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ barren of leaves
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ summer's green ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ up in sheaves
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ thy beauty ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ among ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ time must go,
Since ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ beauties ¦¦¦ themselves forsake
And die ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ as ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ others grow;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ 'gainst Time's ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ hence.
(Blackout of Sonnet XII by William Shakespeare)
Names - every season's got 'em:
Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn.
But one of them's got two, y'all.
Autumn's also called the Fall.
Sunflowers waving
midst scorching heat remain bright
reigning until Fall…
exuding God*-blest life’s bliss
welcome vibrant hue-changes.
*Numbers 6:24-26The Lord bless thee, and keep thee: The Lord make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee: The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.
August 20, 2026
3rd place, "End of Summer, Beginning of Fall Tanka" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 8/27/2026
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.
As summer ebbs, a cooler breath will dart
as Autumn's vibe is felt in every heart.
For, by late August, changes will begin
as shorter days and longer nights sneak in.
This breath will sigh of brilliance in the trees,
as flowers fade and ripened orchards seize.
While crisper air dissolves the humid haze,
new glory soon replaces Summer's phase.
Oh yes, these Autumn breaths will swiftly flow
to form and paint new views of burnished glow.
Reshape the scenes that rose by Summer's sway,
and offer life to us another way.
When Autumn breath shouts, “welcome to my Fall,”
we will accept old Summer's curtain call.
Oh
young grasshoppers dance
persuaded by the high sun
that prospers these bones
even through this birthing fall
when shall they be liable
sultry summer days
maples will soon mourn their leaves
for Fall approaches
on Nature's rush of chill winds
another seasonal change
quickly runs summer
into the bosom of fall
as days grow shorter
memories of those we lost
now linger in the sunsets
I took root in a stand of golden aspen trees
My bark resembled dark eyes all over me.
I am the oldest of the ancients in my grove,
spared thus far from the fires of a stove.
Every fall I'm forced to forfeit my dense leaves.
They're taken by the wind, and my heart grieves
but nature has to obey and follow its course...
for there's no escaping its incredible force.
My Spring clothing turned into golden dresses
that appear to be sheered as if they were tresses
upon my branches and limbs, curved and bent,
Another season passes me by; another year spent.
I'll have to face another Winter, arms laid bare
for my leaves were taken, and none were spared
to keep me warm on those cold January nights
but I will dream of Spring instead of my plights.