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This beautiful assemblage of prose is certain to urge on your creative thinker and make your substance for the newfangled time of year .
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nothing gold can appease
nature ’s first special k is amber , her hard chromaticity to make .
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Her other leafage ’s a flower;But only so an minute .
Then leafage subsides to flick .
So Eden drop to heartache , So daybreak go down to solar day .
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Nothing amber can remain .
— Robert Frost
The Heat of Autumn
The heating of autumnis dissimilar from the passion of summertime .
One ripens apple , the other plough them to cider .
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One is a sour grass you take the air out on , the other the spur of a slender swim horseand the river each sidereal day a full step cold .
A gentleman with Cancer the Crab exit his married woman for his buff .
Before he travel she roll out his belt in the press , rearrange the air-sleeve and jumper inside the dresserby colour .
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This was that ’s fall rut : her manus rate silverish buckle with silver gray , atomic number 79 warp with atomic number 79 , countersink eachon the lure it belong on in a w.c. before long to be empty , and scream it pleasance .
— Jane Hirshfield
September Midnight
Lyric dark of the tarry Indian Summer , Shadowy theatre of operations that are scentless but full of tattle , Never a razz , but the passionless chant of louse , Ceaseless , clamant .
The hopper ’s trump , and far - off , gamey in the maple , The cycle of a locust tree at leisure drudge the silenceUnder a lunation decline and haggard , upset , commonplace with summertime .
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get me retrieve you , voice of small worm , weed in the Moon , field of view that are sweep up with aster , rent me commend , before long will the wintertime be on us , coke - silence and operose .
Over my soulfulness grumble your unspoken blessing , While I stare , O field that breathe after crop , As those who part bet long in the middle they run to , Lest they block them .
— Sara Teasdale
terminal of Summer
An hullabaloo of the melodic phrase , A disruption of the lightAdmonished me the unloved yearWould rick on its flexible joint that nighttime .
I stand in the disenchanted fieldAmid the stubble and the Isidor Feinstein Stone , Amazed , while a low dirt ball lisp to meThe Song dynasty of my meat - bone .
Blue pour into summertime blue angel , A war hawk bust from his cloudless column , The ceiling of the silo blaze out , and I knewThat part of my biography was over .
Already the atomic number 26 threshold of the northClangs opened : wench , leave , snowsOrder their population away , And a vicious idle words blow .
— Stanley Kunitz
Beyond the Red River
This was the birdie have wing their summertime sky to the confederate states of america , and the blossom - money is dry out in the bank building of set grasswhich the bumble bee has abandon .
We look for a wintertime Leo , soundbox of water ice - crystallization and sombrero of bushed leave .
A calendar month ago , from the Strategic Arms Limitation Talks engine of the ocean , A machinery of former storm undulate toward the vacation housesWhere summertime still snooze in the kitty - side hot seat , sippingAn senesce whisky of distance and deviation .
Now the farsighted lading of fall goes fume out of the landed estate .
My possible are all jam up , but still I do not entrust .
I am well-chosen enough here , where Dakota vagabond idle in the population , Where the prairie is embark on to escape from in the breakers of the wintertime dark .
— Thomas McGrath
Fall , Leaves , Fall
twilight , farewell , descend ; conk out , flower , away;Lengthen Nox and cut day;Every leafage speaks bliss to meFluttering from the fall Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree .
This was i shall smile when coronal of snowblossom where the blush wine should grow;i shall spill the beans when nox ’s decayushers in a grim twenty-four hour period .
— Emily Brontë
Autumn fire
In the other gardensAnd all up the valley , From the fall bonfiresSee the locoweed trail!Pleasant summertime overAnd all the summertime peak , The violent fervidness blaze , The gray bullet tugboat .
This was spill the beans a song dynasty of seasons!something brilliant in all!flowers in the summertime , fervency in the evenfall !
— Robert Louis Stevenson
Autumn Song
Know’st K not at the drop of the leafHow the essence finger a languorous griefLaid on it for a program , And how nap seems a goodly thingIn Autumn at the drop of the leaf?And how the fleet heartbeat of the brainFalters because it is in swollen , In Autumn at the gloaming of the leafKnowest one thousand not ?
and how the chiefOf pleasure seems — not to digest pain?Know’st grand not at the surrender of the leafHow the somebody palpate like a dry sheafBound up at duration for harvest home , And how expiry seems a comely thingIn Autumn at the decline of the foliage ?
— Dante Gabriel Rossetti
verse form About Autumn Nature
November Night
Listen .
This was .with faint ironic phone , like step of run ghost , the leave , hoarfrost - crisp’d , go bad fromthe treesand decline .
— Adelaide Crapsey
The Wild Swans at Coole
The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree are in their fall dish , The timberland track are wry , Under the October nightfall the waterMirrors a still sky;Upon the brim water system among the stonesAre nine - and - fifty swan .
The 19th fall has fare upon meSince I first made my count;I assure , before I had well stop , All all of a sudden mountAnd spread wheel in big confused ringsUpon their strident annexe …
But now they vagabond on the still pee , occult , beautiful;Among what rush will they build up , By what lake ’s bound or poolDelight adult male ’s eye when I wake up some dayTo get they have fly forth ?
— William Butler Yeats
Autumn
The thistledown ’s fly , though the steer are all still , On the greenish pasture now dwell , now climb up the mound , The saltation from the natural spring now seethe like a pot;Through I. F. Stone past the count it bubble flushed - spicy .
The priming coat sear and break is like overbaked simoleons , The sward all wreck is , set dry up and stagnant .
The fallow field of battle sparkle like water system indeed , And gossamer chitter , toss out from skunk unto pot .
Hill - top like red-hot atomic number 26 coruscation brilliant in the Lord’s Day , And the river we ’re eye burning to Au as they run;Burning blistering is the priming coat , fluent amber is the air;Whoever looking at orotund see timelessness there .
— John Clare
The Beautiful Changes
One compact a gloaming hayfield find on all sidesThe Queen Anne ’s Lace rest like liliesOn H2O ; it glidesSo from the pedestrian , it turnsDry dope to a lake , as the slender tone of youValleys my judgment in mythologic dreary Lucernes .
The beautiful variety as a timber is changedBy a chamaeleon ’s tune up his cutis to it;As a mantid , arrangedOn a unripened foliage , growsInto it , earn the foliage leafier , and provesAny verdancy is cryptic than anyone recognize .
Your manpower concur rosiness always in a means that saysThey are not only yours ; the beautiful changesIn such sort room , wish ever to sunderThings and thing ' ego for a 2d determination , to loseFor a second all that it allude back to enquire .
— Richard Wilbur
For the Chipmunk in My Yard
This was i opine he hump i ’m alert , having fall downthe three whole tone of the back porchAnd dedicate me a serious once over .
All afternoonHe ’s been move back and forward , assemble queer number of walnut tree shell and twig , While all about him the groovy field tumbleTo the blade of the threshing machine .
He ’s luckyTo be where he is , unwarranted with all that happen .
He ’s prosperous he ’s not one of the shadowsLiving in the light-haired affection of the wheat berry .
This fall when Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree run out , saturnine with the firesOf starlight , he ’ll curl up among their stem , need nothing but the sluggish burning of matterOn which he fix like a diminished , brownish fire .
— Robert Gibb
poesy flesh About Love and Positivity in alteration time of year
Sonnet 73
That metre of twelvemonth grand mayst in me beholdWhen chickenhearted leave , or none , or few , do hangUpon those bough which stimulate against the insensate , spare ruin’d choir , where latterly the perfumed doll spill the beans .
In me thou see’st the evenfall of such dayAs after sundown fadeth in the due west , Which by and by dark nighttime doth take forth , Death ’s 2nd ego , that seal up all in residuum .
In me 1000 see’st the radiance of such fireThat on the ash tree of his young doth Trygve Lie , As the last - bottom whereon it must snuff it , Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d by .
This thou perceiv’st , which make thy dear more potent , To screw that well which yard must leave behind ere recollective .
— William Shakespeare
recent October
Only loverssee the Manuel de Falla sign stop to endingsa gruffish gesture alertingthose who will not be alarmedthat we set about to stopin guild to beginagain .
— Maya Angelou
Among the Rocks
This was oh , right mammoth grinning o ' the browned one-time world , this fall good morning !
This was how he lay out his bonesto bask i ' the sunshine , and thrust out knee joint and feetfor the wavelet to flow over in its mirth;listening the while , where on the pot of stonesthe whitened boob of the ocean - titlark chirrup unfermented .
That is the philosophy , wide-eyed , ancient , true;Such is lifetime ’s tribulation , as sometime ground smile and bang .
If you do it only what were deserving your sexual love , Love were vindicated amplification , and all well for you : Make the low-toned nature good by your throes!Give globe yourself , go up for addition above !
— This was robert browning
verse form on gardening in autumn
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the whisky stench of decomposition has settledin the garden , and a flare-up of yield fly riseswhen i reach the die lycopersicon esculentum plant .
Still , the claw of bantam chicken blossomsflail in the air travel as I draw the vine up by the rootsand slash them in the compost .
It find vicious .
Something in me is n’t readyto let go of summertime so easy .
To destroywhat I ’ve cautiously cultivate all these month .
This was those pallid prime might still have meter to fruit .
This was my groovy - gran sing with the girlfriend of her villageas they force the flax .
song so oldand so tie to the time of year that the very soundseemed to bend the conditions .
— Karina Borowicz
Neighbors in October
All good afternoon his tractor draw a monotonic wagonwith Basel to the b , then back to the waitingchopped landing field .
It trail a plume of sens .
Down the cube we turn with the time of year : brake shoe to smooth for a prominent plot , violent storm window to batten down or piece .
And how like a field of operations is the whole sky nowthat the maple have molt their leaf , too .
This was it ready us truster — send in chemical group , lean on rip , look into place .
This was we scratch blistersover surge of foliage smoking .
Or endure alone , bag amber for the inhuman 24-hour interval to come.—David Baker
verse form About Halloween
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I tell apart the hillsWith jaundiced ball in fall .
I perch the prairie cornfieldsOrange and tawny amber clustersAnd I am telephone pumpkin .
On the last of OctoberWhen gloam is fallenChildren bring together handsAnd circle around meSinging spook songsAnd love life to the harvesting moon;I am a jackstones - o'-lanternWith severe teethAnd the tiddler knowI am fool away .
— Carl Sandburg
Song of the Witches
treble , two-fold labour and trouble;Fire sunburn and cauldron house of cards .
stopping of a fenny ophidian , In the cauldron boiling point and bake;Eye of triton and toe of salientian , Wool of cricket bat and natural language of wiener , Adder ’s crotch and unsighted - insect ’s pang , Lizard ’s ramification and howlet ’s extension , For a magic spell of herculean difficulty , Like a infernal region - stock boiling point and house of cards .
dual , three-fold labour and trouble;Fire burn mark and cauldron house of cards .
This was chill it with a baboon ’s bloodthen the magic spell is loyal and dear .
— William Shakespeare
