Autumn Poetry Collection: A Celebration of the Falling Leaves Season

I love to see the leaves turn gold,

And float through the crisp autumn air,

Like fairy boats with sails outspread,

To seek some distant land and fair.

I love to hear the rustling leaves,

As they dance and whirl and sing,

Like elfin music in the trees,

A sweet and merry welcoming.

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-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Nothing could be more beautiful than these

Fires, and the way they burn so clear, so low.

The flames are dancing in the dusk of trees,

And all the air is full of their soft glow.

I sit and watch them, and I dream of all

The things that life has brought to me this year,

The good and bad, the joy and pain, the fall

Of leaves, and all the changes that appear.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

The wind is a soft breath and the sky is a tender blue.

The days are shorter and the nights are longer,

But the moon is brighter and the stars are clearer.

The sun is a golden ball, and the earth is a ripe fruit.

Autumn is a time to gather in the harvest,

And to celebrate the beauty of the changing seasons.