Posts filed under ‘.fall’

Fall

by Aileen Fisher

The last of October
We lock the garden gate.
“The flowers alive all withered
That used to stand straight.
The last of October
We put the swings away
And the porch looks deserted
Where we like to play.
The last of October
The birds have all flown,
The screens are in the attic,
The sand pile’s all gone;
Everything is put away
Before it starts to snow—
I wonder if the ladybugs
Have any place to go.

(more…)

October 27, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Summer’s End

By Judith Viorst

One by one the petals drop
There’s nothing that can make them stop.
You cannot beg a rose to stay.
Why does it have to be that way?

The butterflies I used to chase
Have gone off to some other place.
I don’t know where. I only know
I wish they didn’t have to go.

And all the shiny afternoons
So full of birds and big balloons
And ice cream melting in the sun Are done.
I do not want them done.

September 24, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

To Autumn

by John Keats

Happy Fall Equinox!

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.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,–
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

September 23, 2019 at 8:25 pm 1 comment

Automne

Lucie Delarue-Mardrus

On voit tout le temps, en automne,
Quelque chose qui vous étonne,
C’est une branche, tout à coup,
Qui s’effeuille dans votre cou.

C’est un petit arbre tout rouge,
Un, d’une autre couleur encor,
Et puis, partout, ces feuilles d’or
Qui tombent sans que rien ne bouge.

Nous aimons bien cette saison,
Mais la nuit si tôt va descendre !
Retournons vite à la maison
Rôtir nos marrons dans la cendre.

September 1, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Autumn Fires


by Robert Louis Stevenson

In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!

(more…)

September 22, 2018 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Autumn Equinox 2017

Autumn Equinox 2017: Why Friday Is the First Day of Fall


12 things to know about the September equinox

(more…)

September 22, 2017 at 1:02 pm Leave a comment

It is the summer’s great last heat…

It is the summer’s great last heat
It is the fall’s first chill: They meet.

Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt

September 22, 2017 at 5:25 am Leave a comment

Older Posts


Categories