Autumn Poems

"There is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be,
As if it had not been!"
Percy Bysshe Shelley

"There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on,
And produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings,
As now in October."
Nathaniel Hawthorne

"The sweet calm sunshine of October,  now
Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold
The purple oak leaf falls; the birchen bough
Drop its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold."
William Cullen Bryant

"Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower."
Albert Camus

"A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away
And all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think,
I too, have known autumn too long."
E. E. Cummings

"Now autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt."
William Allingham

"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
George Eliot

"October is a symphony of permanence and change."
Bonaro W. Overstreet

"October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came-
The chestnuts, oaks, and maples
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss weather led the dancing,
Professor wind the band."
George Cooper

"Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree."
Emily Bronte

"There are days which occur in this climate, at almost any season of the year, where in the world reaches it's perfection, when the air, the heavenly bodies, and the earth make a harmony, as if nature would indulge her offspring;...when everything that has life gives signs of satisfaction, and the cattle that is on the ground seem to have great and tranquil thoughts, these. These halcyons may be looked for with a little more assurance in that pure October weather, which we distinguish by the name of Indian Summer. The day, immeasurable long, sleeps over the broad hills and warm wide fields. To have lived through all its sunny hours seems longevity enough."
Ralph Waldo Emerson

"It is now October, and the lofty winds bare the trees of their leaves, while the hogs in the woods grow fat on fallen acorns. The hare on the hill makes a fair meal for the greyhound, and the fox in the woods calls the hounds to full cry. Kind hearts and true lovers lie close to keep off the cold. The titmouse now remains in the hollow of a tree and the black bird takes refuge in the bottom of a hedge."
Nicholas Breton

"No Spring, Nor Summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face."
John Donne

Blissful Reading!


  1. What a great collection, and such beautiful pictures to complement it.

    I must say, though, that the Shelley lines that capture Autumn best for me are the opening to his Ode to the West Wind.

    O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
    Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
    Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

    These, and Keats' To Autumn are my favorites.

    SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
    Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
    Conspiring with him how to load and bless
    With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;

  2. I enjoyed the poem. I'm getting ready for church. I hope you have a wonderful Lords day. Doylene


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