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Autumn Larry Bilson	Trees fail to green their leaves lately They all decide to dry quickly They lit themselves and drain fully Then line the floors painting...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Thomas Ernest Hulme	A touch of cold in the Autumn night -- I walked abroad, And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge Like a red-faced...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Aniket Srivastava	Hanging from a massive tree Waiting for my destined doom Watching the slight drizzle Making a way for the next bloom Dark clouds, why do you...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy	Autumn...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin	-Derzhavin...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn K. T. Schwager	I want you like trees in the wind. Limbs and trunk pushed to leaning. Leaves thrown to flight in gusts of rhythmic rush and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
autumn tory	so bright, wind so cold, nights so long. brown, red, yellow leaves. all descend, to the ground below, scattered about. spots of green,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn MaKenna Landry	her golden autumn bright leaves soar in flight earthly bounds bind her yet she is covered...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn William Browne	Autumn it was when droop'd the sweetest flow'rs, And rivers, swoll'n with pride, o'erlook'd the banks; Poor grew the day of summer's golden hours,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn William Watson	Thou burden of all songs the earth hath sung, Thou retrospect in Time's reverted eyes, Thou metaphor of everything that dies, That dies ill-starred,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Hudson Hakala	Brown, yellow, and red The wind blows, raining more leaves Cold, makes me...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Lynn Birli	Autumn Wind, good morning...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Amy Lowell	They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia, Opulent, flaunting. Round gold Flung out of a pale green stalk. Round, ripe gold Of maturity, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Walter Savage Landor	MILD is the parting year, and sweet The odour of the falling spray; Life passes on more rudely fleet, And balmless is its closing...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Vance E Kimbrel, Jr.	Autumn brings a blush to countryside as if the Earth had seen too much of lovers from the Summer past and with a deep red glow of modesty prepares to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn John Kim	Autumn, a transient season Fluttering leaves drift aflutter In scarlet and xanthic flashes Cooling zephyrs color branches Fallen leave...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Siegfried Sassoon	October's bellowing anger breaks and cleaves The bronzed battalions of the stricken wood In whose lament I hear a voice that grieves For battle’s...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn John Clare	The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still, On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill, The spring from the fountain now...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn W. M. MacKeracher	From shy expectancy to burgeoning, From burgeoning to ripeness and decline, The seasons run their various course and bring Again at...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Archibald MacLeish	Sun smudge on the smoky...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Donka Kristeva	The shorter days of Fall, the harvest reaped, the walk upon the golden carpet of falling and decaying leaves, the half-bare darkened leaves...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Alice Cary	Shorter and shorter now the twilight clips The days, as though the sunset gates they crowd, And Summer from her golden collar slips And strays...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Alexander Posey	In the dreamy silence Of the afternoon, a Cloth of gold is woven Over wood and prairie; And the jaybird, newly Fallen from the heaven, Scatters...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn William Morris	Laden Autumn here I stand Worn of heart, and weak of hand: Nought but rest seems good to me, Speak the word that sets me...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Ada Cambridge	So still—so still! Only the endless sighing Of sad Æolian harp-notes overhead; Only the soft mass-music for the dying; Only the requiem for the newly...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)