1. Living A Fall Morning Life
In the silence of the morning
When the birds are first to wake
Floating leaves of reddish orange
Ride the breeze to paths they take
Every season has its special beauty and autumn is no exception. Watching the trees turn from a uniform green to all varieties of gold, yellow and red is a spectacular experience. One can almost be blinded by the fiery brilliance. How can it be that all this beauty is sign of death and decay? With all this beauty there is a certain sadness in knowing that the changing colors foreshadow the arrival of a long cold winter.
In the silence of the morning
When the birds are first to wake
Floating leaves of reddish orange
Ride the breeze to paths they take
Ann, Thank you for your kind words and encouragement. It's always nice hearing from you and reading your poetry as well.
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Famous Poem
It's September, and the orchards are afire with red and gold,
And the nights with dew are heavy, and the morning's sharp with cold;
Now the garden's at its gayest with the salvia blazing red
And the good old-fashioned asters laughing at us from their bed;
I can see in my mind's eye all that Edgar shows, especially in the final stanza with his description of Nature coming to her end-of-the-year party dressed to the nines, ready to celebrate a...
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Looking out my window
In October's golden light,
I see a beauty unsurpassed,
A truly lovely sight.
The poem portrays the beauty of the fall, just as Keats famously wrote: "Thou hast thy music too!" Nature's pristine beauty is a treat to the human eye. The references to the golden light,...
Sun with his artistic touch,
streaks skies of blue with rosy blush,
trimming Oak and Maple too,
crimson reds with yellow hue.
The poem brings such a panoramic picture of Autumn that you can't help but be present for the synesthetic experience. The alliteration of the words gives a beautiful rhythm to the poem, such...
I love the lengthening shades of day
As autumn brushes summer away.
When spiders appear from everywhere,
Their sticky webs snagging my face and hair.
I imagined, though ever so brief, that I was a leaf;
And the wind blew me off my tree.
I was excited - even delighted,
Because of the wonderful sights I would see.
Sing to me, Autumn, with the rustle of your leaves.
Breathe on me your spicy scents that flow within your breeze.
Dance with me, Autumn, your waltz that bends the boughs of trees.
This poem beautifully provides us an opportunity to feel connected with nature. As human beings, we have been born in the lap of nature, have grown under the protection of nature, but we’ve...
It's Autumn once more,
What a sight to behold,
Streets lined with crimson
And laden with gold,
There's an early morning stillness,
A pure, pastoral peace.
A silence so consuming
It sedates and comforts me.
Fall is my favorite time of the year, too, and Patricia spells it out beautifully! I am able to 'see' all that she is talking about. From "the pumpkins on my front porch" and "the crimson...
What a difference a day makes,
twenty-four little hours.
Cool chill in the air,
The smell of cold leaves awakens my nose
Wispy fog in the air dampens my clothes
It's amazing that it's here! It's finally here!
The woods are ablaze with golden light,
And the sky seems painted by a child
In the deepest blue, an impossible hue.
Lovely poem, Bettina. I have never been to Europe but plan to visit it someday. But I have stayed in the North eastern part of USA for quite a few years, and hands down fall is my favorite...
Autumn leaves dance gaily around,
they swirl in a haze towards the ground.
Auburns, golds, russets, too,
offering different shapes, differing hues.
Golden, crisp leaves falling softly from almost bare trees,
Lifting and falling in a hushed gentle breeze.
Slowly dropping to the soft cushioned ground,
Whispering and rustling a soothing sound.
Letting go of painful things is probably one of the most difficult choices to make. But once you realize what your aspirations, visions, and ideals in life are- that these have become somehow...
Famous Poem
The leaves are fading and falling,
The winds are rough and wild,
The birds have ceased their calling,
But let me tell, you my child,
Famous Poem
"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.
"Come o'er the meadows with me, and play'
Put on your dress of red and gold,—
Summer is gone, and the days grow cold."
Famous Poem
My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
November--
They say it is the month of death,
But I have never seen such beauty in decay.
I also love nature and especially Fall. I really enjoyed this poem, and I love your unique descriptions. To me, anyone who can describe nature like this is truly in touch with themselves and...
There's a crispness in the air that greets the morning sun,
a feeling of anticipation, a new day has begun.
Harvest days are ending, winter is drawing near,
yet in between is surely the most special time of year.
Very beautiful & inspiring. "Women in Ministry" will share this at a coffee we are hosting for younger women we mentor in the church.
Sandy, Moderator WIM
Misty mornings, frosted lawns
The wind is blowing a winter's song.
Changing colors of the leaves,
Very good. It brings me back to my childhood days when I would know that Autumn was on the way. The colors, the harvest, the year-end holidays and the coolness of the nights and early...