Autumn Poems

The Autumn poems you’ll find below reflect cooler days, the loss of summer dreams, and a little humor as the season of Fall is welcomed – or at least begrudingly acknowledged.

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Some hate to see summer fade away, yet others look forward to the change in seasons - football games capture the minds and hearts of many; the aromas of favorite soups or casseroles linger in the air; and children can’t wait until Halloween.

I Like Autumn

I’m alive again and don’t sweat so much
My favorite sweatshirt has a special touch.
I like those colors that the leaves change to
And I wonder who’ll be the first to say BOO!

~ Evamay

Whether the fall season makes you melancholy or invigorated, I hope you have a good one – and please enjoy these poems.

Poems I

- November Night by Adelaide Crapsey

- As Summer into Autumn slips by Emily Dickinson

- Nature XXVII by Emily Dickinson

- My November Guest by Robert Frost

- After Apple Picking by Robert Frost

- Gathering Leaves by Robert Frost


Poems II

- The Harvest Moon by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

- Autumn Daybreak by Edna St. Vincent Millay

- The Death of Autumn by Edna St. Vincent Millay

- An Autumn Valentine by Dorothy Parker

- Autumn Movement by Carl Sandburg

- Three Pieces on the Smoke of Autumn by Carl Sandburg


Poems III

- November Morning by Evaleen Stein

- Autumn Fires by Robert Louis Stevenson

- I am the autumnal sun by Henry David Thoreau

- Autumn in the Garden by Henry Van Dyke

-An Autumn Sunset by Edith Wharton

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The leaves are changing color, It's beginning to cool down, The kids are back in school, And they all have a great big frown. It's also …

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Autumn is like an old book: Marred spines turn mean yellow, staples rust red-orange. Every stained page is stressed by a splat of color. Rough-red, …

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Fate's desire caught my eye; A destined glance towards nature's sky. The sight, the thought, emotions torn. There you hung amidst the morn. A hue which …

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