Fall
is outside the window. Here in North it's cold and dark
time of the year, but as wise people say: Nature has no bad weather'.
I've
dug out Internet and found poems. Here are the poems that I liked and I added my
pictures of autumn.
The
Last Leaf
by Harry Behn
A few leaves stay for a while on the trees
After their color begins to turn,
And no other leaves seem as gold as these
Not even the ones our bonfires burn
With golden flames in piles on the ground.
by Harry Behn
A few leaves stay for a while on the trees
After their color begins to turn,
And no other leaves seem as gold as these
Not even the ones our bonfires burn
With golden flames in piles on the ground.
A few leaves
stay so long that I found
The one last leaf on a tree in the snow,
And when a galloping wind came round
The edge of our house and started to blow
Snow dust to sparkles floating free.
When the wind ran away, almost with me,
And sunshine settled
quiet and cold.
There, like a bird, still on the tree
Was that lonesome leaf, no longer gold
But curly and brown and dry and old.
There, like a bird, still on the tree
Was that lonesome leaf, no longer gold
But curly and brown and dry and old.
Autumn
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?
There's nothing that can make them stop.
You cannot beg a rose to stay.
Why does it have to be that way?
November
by John Updike
The stripped and
shapely
Maple grieves
The ghosts of her
Departed leaves.
Maple grieves
The ghosts of her
Departed leaves.
The ground is hard,
As hard as stone.
The year is old,
The birds are flown.
As hard as stone.
The year is old,
The birds are flown.
And yet the world,
In its distress,
Displays a certain
Loveliness---
In its distress,
Displays a certain
Loveliness---
What
do you think and feel in fall season? Would you see the loveliness of
these cold days?
Thank you!







