Autumn Song
Elizabeth-Ellen Long
These are the days of falling leaves,
The days of hazy weather,
Smelling of gold chrysanthemums
And gray wood smoke together.
These are the nights of nearby stars,
The nights of closer moons,
When the windy darkness echoes
To cricket's farewell tunes.
Autumn
Emily Dickenson
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.
Autumn Fires
Robert Louis Stevenson
In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers.
The red fire blazes,
The gray smoke towers.
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!
Autumn Ages
Saddie Gubler
Leaves dressed like sunshine hang shivering;
Others twirl merrily away.
Austere branches nod their approval
On this crispy, bright autumnal day.
Heavy blankets of cold hold the world tightly;
Tree silhouettes shatter the sky.
Stark branches brace for the flurry
Warning the birds they should fly.
Sprigs sparkle in crystalline sheathing;
Diamonds wink in the fields.
Hoary branches bend with the burden;
Jack’s wealth a weighty, white yield.
Sunshine returns for a quick kiss,
Restoring the season’s ripe charm.
Wistful branches wave a remembrance
Then fall into Winter’s young arms.
