Autumns Poems - Poems about Autumns

Autumns descend like birds of fire, with wings spread wide, covering the earth with a carpet of leaves burning in the colors of sunset, each rustle an echo of lost childhood, a cry of time, where the soul seeks shelter among the shadows stretching lazily. On the paths of time, autumns walk with the steps of a lost soldier, bumping...

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Colors fade Petals curl slowly Grudgingly Succumbing To Autumn’s beauty ...

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Don't you dare whisper a warm breath on my shoulder, Or I might become even yet more, steamy and bolder! Here~on this intoxicating, Western, autumnal night. I wish I were, I wish I might, be your amorous slave tonight! Like a scented, rainbowed candle, joyfully melting into you. Becoming not one rainbowed glorious person, but a divine two. A destined, waxing...

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autumns beauty soars cornucopias harvest death of green folliage...

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flowers all gone now grasses dried out color brown seasons autumn fall cool cold brisk blank air below fifty degrees so season change winter after autumn falls everything’s not dead just brown dormant is the grounds 12/13/2023 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023© ...

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autumns sun not warm nigh enough soon be winter's dawn coolness turns to ~ imaginate the calms humble peace cold drifting cool turns cold winter 12/6/23 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023© ...

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oh those autumns past....cinnamon cider kisses warmed by the bonfire...

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Bonfires capture moods laughter and friendship is shared smiling children play...

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Just sitting down in my most visited space looking back with eyes wide open not closed viewing the scene again this time the life took my thoughts to a once-upon-a-time-sweet taste of a beginner's life! Far way back to kindergarten school days straight to my first love you see for me at five years old...

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A more naked light filters through branching nervous systems. A fade and shade seeps into dendritic pathways shedding forever falling leaves, recollections of so many dissolving autumnal moments....

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Summer shakes hands with Autumn and says goodbye The trees sway in the wind the leaves begin to fly A multitude of colors blend together Announcing the arrival of a change in weather The rain begins to spill from the clouds Bring relief to our drought stricken grounds Darkness sets in the street lights respond Puddles on the road look more like...

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Outside my windowpane Daylight dwindles Sunshines sparsely Further from the new dome skies Ninety-three million miles away Imbued in ripened colors Nature’s mahogany, oak, and cherrywood trees and Jogger’s grassy paths once lime greens, Chanting to changing tones of richer reds Clustered blue-jays adorn Like shimmering rhinestones Gayly sing above our heads Shadows stretch out deep Swaying weeping willows sweep Smoke smells flow through...

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At the end of her most vibrant display Autumn takes a final bow; her splendor, turned to parchment crisps, skeletal trees are revealed, their arthritic limbs stretching into a white, frigid sky. Squirrels fill the barren void with plenty of nuts and nests; rabbits and chipmunks burrow beneath chilling grounds to the warmth below, for their winter’s repose. Scent of wood fires wafts...

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They carpet the ground, Dried and separated from their railings, Their lustre, taken by the season, Their hue is absorbed by the agents holding sway. They are gathered together, Raked in heaps and bunches, Collected in vessels. A duty bequeathed to us. A new season has opened its doors, We're embraced by the changes, Sculptured by nature, Scripted by time. September 24, 2022. Raking Leaves, Fall Flavours Poetry Contest, Regina...

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Have you observed the mystical autumn’s dragon she? I had not, but wondered how satisfying could it be? You have to see it for yourself, the fey told me. It’s a miracle in the making. Travel to the old oak tree. The autumn’s dragon she is beautiful, she looks on fire. She rose from the hills, full of captivating desire. We...

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