Autumn is my favorite time of year … but there isn’t any good poetry to describe it!
Autumn is one of my favorite times of the year. I love the weather, the falling leaves and since shades of orange is really my favorite of colors, of course the fall season offers so much of that.
But why is the poetry so drab that describes this season? Ugh! Anyone with some pretty poetry or prose about the fall season, please let me know! 
Found a little saying that isn’t too sullen in tone:
“No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face”
—John Donne
November 14th, 2011 at 8:06 pm
I CRIED over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts.-Carl Sandburg
November 14th, 2011 at 8:18 pm
Lol, it just occurred to me how depressing that last bit was. Autumn need not be about dying. Try this:
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—Keats
…and you, my dear Elisabeth, have your own music. I hear it when it when I close my eyes. Like the harvest moon, it illuminates my night.
November 15th, 2011 at 5:51 am
R.E.S.,
You have a way with words. You’re a poet but well, we both know that, don’t we?
I was looking for poetry of Autumn and many of them are pretty but they’re all just a bit depressing. The poem above is about Spring. So it doesn’t count!!!
Hope you’re having a good week! And thanks for sharing with me another poem about the Fall!
Best,
Elisabeth