“The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket on.” ShouldFallFieldsTownsRoseBrownAutumnNutsCheeksOld FashionedNovemberBerriesGownsScarletScarvesFall AutumnFall SeasonMapleAutumn SeasonTrinketsOctober And FallNovember Poems Book:Poems Source: Poems
“When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town.” MenLyingFallWhiteCitiesTownsFlyingSnowSettlingBrownTrafficFlakesDrowsy Author:Robert Bridges
“Autumn is the American season. In Europe the leaves turn yellow or brown, and fall. Here they take fire on the trees and hang there flaming. We think this frost-fire is a portent somehow: a promise that the continent has given us. Life, too, we think, is capable of taking fire in this country; of creating beauty never seen.” ThinkingCountryTurnsFallGivenFireTreePromiseCreatingCapableEuropeSeasonsBrownAutumnYellowContinentsFrostCreating BeautyPortents Author:Archibald MacLeish
“Each Fall the graves of my grandfathers call me, the brown hills and red gullies of mississippi send out their electric messages, galvanizing my genes.” FallMessagesRedGravesHillsBrownCall MeGenesElectricGrandfatherMy GrandfatherMississippi Book:Poems from prison Source: Poems from prison