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Tints, Tones And Shades

Leaves trickling down from weeping trees,
tumbling along in sprightly dance.
Gathering in heaps, as swirls the breeze,
as if it is their only chance,
to show the world what they can do,
before the winter’s snow is due.

They live for but one single year,
from birth to death, so short a span.
And yet with verve they persevere,
pushing through bark as best then can,
blanketing well each branch they dress,
giving a show to so impress.

All earth’s colours, gold, greens and browns,
red, orange, yellow, rust and black.
Rich remnants of some wondrous gowns,
all strewn now on the hard tarmac.
Autumn in tints and tones and shades.
Splendour in colourful brocades.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Autumn Leaf Fall

Colourful leaves fall through the air,
Red, orange and yellow.
The ones on the ground start to rot,
Black, brown and purple.
Some get caught in the winter bared trees,
Gold, green and silver.
Leaves of the autumn,
The autumn rainbow,
These are the colours of the autumn leaf fall.

poem by Thistle Wargul
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The Colours Of Autumn

When shades of brown do mingle
With green upon the tree,
The work of G-d's creation
Is there for all to see.

The greens, reds, yellows and browns of Autumn
Are colours upon the trees,
But the colourful leaves are a-changing
When dropping on areas previously clean.

HIS season of Autumn is beautiful
With colours magnificent to view,
The Artist's palette of colours
Each year is displayed anew.

Copyright © Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 17 October 2003

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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Climatical Decay

There’s a slight nip felt in the air,
And a feeling that one’s aware
Of a change now, in the seasons,
For there’s certainly many reasons.

There’s a diffusion of leaves around,
Twigs too, tumbling to the ground,
As the winds swirl, dance and tease,
Among the branches of the trees.

There’s a sharpness lingering about,
And now no one can be in doubt,
That Mr Frost is on his way,
With his sparkling white display.

There’s a sense of climatical decay,
Seen on boughs that one can survey,
Autumn’s entering upon our scene,
Giving contrast to all that's green.

There’s a golden time ahead,
Ranging from yellow and orange to red,
And the glowing warm russet shades,
Weave such rich and subtle brocades.

There’s a crispness beneath the feet,
And so summer makes its sad retreat,
Handing its plush vast arena, over to
The next incumbent, with a task to do.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Autumn Leaves Changing Colors

As summer ends and autumn comes
Days get shorter, misty and cold
And in this spectacular season
Nature's beauty graciously unfold

Trees get ready to slow down
And in autumn take some rest
And show amazing colors of love
That are all at their best

Green fades away quickly
And yellow and orange appear
To show off their vibrant hues
And warmup their surrounding dear

Sunlight and cool nights of autumn
Help leaves to turn orangish red
And combine all things smoothly
To add magic in season's lovely bed

And all this shedding and replacement
Of leaves continue throughout the year
And trees only shed leaves in autumn
To prepare for another winter dear

This is God's spectacular display
Of beautiful colors of the fall
During which many changes occur
Including yellow, orange and red of all.

***Inspired by the changing colors of autumn in Canada.

poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Duet

Beauty in Black and white

The trees are now of leaves bereft.
Stark silhouettes against the sky
but here and there an odd leaf’s left.
Clinging to life determinedly.
But in due course they to will fall
They’ve played their part it’s time to go
They have no chance, no chance at all
to defy the winds which blow
The wintry blasts will tear them loose,
just as they are supposed to do
Although they try they can't refuse
Nature decrees it must be so
There is no place for leaves of green.
When winter dominates the scene

Simplicity

Rich autumn colours will soon fade.
Though for a while the beauty show
with brilliant colours on parade.
Will too soon be forced to go.
When winter king resumes his rule.
It is his turn he has the right,
the autumn winds his favourite tool
to change the world to black and white
His artistry is monochrome
but has a beauty all its own.
Which some of us find most welcome.
The autumn colours overdone.
Content with the austerity
of winters simpler artistr

16-Oct-08

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Autumnale for M lady ernestine

The falling leaves dance in the breeze
and clothe the ground beneath the trees,
in autumn colours rich a rare.
The trees themselves will soon be bare.

Left no defence against the wind.
Their winter plans are well designed,
bare twigs and branches hold less snow
than useless leaves they have let go

The wintry gales to no avail
try hard but they are doomed to fail,
They can’t destroy the sturdy trees;
resisting with apparent ease.

Although they bow before the blast
they know that winter cannot last
The winds will die and fade away
the trees will they’re here to stay.

Spring will return the trees will green
as if the winter had not been.
The trees put on their new spring clothes
along with every plant that grows.

8-Oct-08

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Autumn's Changing Shades

The wind swirls leaves in all directions,
Tumbling them down upon this earth,
Releasing them from their connections,
To inhabit yet another berth.

Layers of them are now descending,
Carpeting the land's cold ground,
Colours meticulously blending,
Burnished copper spread around.

All in their distinct formations,
Each with different hues to see,
Parading now in damp locations,
Drifters off upon a spree.

Autumn's changing shades are warming,
Embroidering a patchwork quilt
Across the open plains transforming,
Embellishing with golden gilt.

The wind swirls leaves in all directions,
Tumbling them down in gentle flight,
Trees then watch for a resurrection
Of the spring's fresh appetite.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Autumn Shades

All too soon autumn shades appear
As another summer’s end draws near.
Colors surrender to fall’s gold.
Smooth surfaces wither, warp and fold.

Amber amid bronze litters the sky
From leaves that dance and flutter by.
A few spots still hoard their green
Protesting the kaleidoscoping scene.

Sun’s yellow bows to a pale moon.
Dark night will rule the day so soon.
Brown splotches, then orange are found,
As sap hibernates ‘neath the ground.

The garden’s carpet is embossed
With remnants from an early frost,
Whose touch of icing in the night
Leaves a preview of winter’s white.

Autumn shades fade, but remember:
Rainbows spring forth from December.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Autumn Fair

You long to see bright Autumn days,
With colorful leaves on yonder trees
In tones of yellow, orange and red
Before Nature's annual freeze.

The colors will burst in every direction,
The tree boughs no longer are green,
Nuts dropping to the leaf strewn ground
Where large, orange pumpkins now are seen.

You long want to see the hues of an Autumn Fair
And the bright sun rising above the distant hill.
You long feel the coolness on your cheeks,
to hear the wind's steady shrill.

Autumn waves her magic wand,
The aroma of leaves you will consume,
The enchanting days of summer are gone,
The land is overwhelmed by Nature's perfume.

There are memories of other Autumn days
That your heart will recall as you ponder,
The gigantic trees and the dropping leaves
As they gave you a special moment of wonder.

But now - you sit before a window
Watching the soft and steady precipitation,
Far from the picturesque Autumn days -
Snow accumulating without any hesitation.

poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Fall Due

The autumn leaves beneath the trees
engage in swirling whirling dance.
To tunes provided by the breeze.
As if they know it’s their last chance.
To show their beauty while they may
before their brilliant colours fade
and they fall subject to decay.
The dues they owe must be repaid.
The trees which lent them sustenance
will reabsorb their nutriments
When they have danced their final dance
according to the precedents
Nature established long ago.
They have no choice it must be so.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Austere purity.

It’s autumn now; the trees discard
their final leaves in readiness
When winter comes times will be hard.
Their leafless branches suffer less.
From winter gales and hold less snow
Than they would in summer dress.
The time has come to let leaves go
Although bare branches don’t impress.
Mere silhouettes against the sky.
A tracery of black and white
They can still catch a poet’s eye
and may inspire him to write.
In praise of the simplicity
of winters cold sterility.

Friday,15 October 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Autumn Falling Leaves

When all have been and gone away,
Like leaves from green to amber orange,
Falling down and to decay,
Is the time for all in nature to fall,
And the leaves on the trees show it all,
Autumn and its falls of fall,

Where all the branches have dropped their leaves,
All have gone except the evergreens,
Showing signs to us that live among,
Four seasons weather,
Where Autumn is,

Just like in life,
When full circle of life is known,
A start in spring where buds appear,
Then in summer full bloom trees will be,
Hence, fall shows all,
When nature falls,
Begining another season,
Winter and chill tempetures,

Where nature decays,
And leaves do fall,
To generate again,
Renewing its life,
Come spring again,

Untill then,
Autumn sheads its leaves of blossom and blooms,
And soon again autumn begins,
From new to old,
And then old to new,
Buds in spring and leaves of green,

Showing birth from what did decayed,
And brought forth from,
What was bear on the trees,
From where beneath was where once,
Those Autumn falling leaves.

poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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Autumn Leaves

The autumn leaves swirl to the ground in their millions.
Gold, russet, ochre, burnt umber, and deep vermillion.
Down to the ground, the dying leaves flit and flutter;
On to the grassy bank, the pathway, and into the gutter.

Some of the colours of the leaves are deep and so very rich.
Whirling along the ground, some leaves tumble into the ditch.
A thick layer of multicoloured leaves now carpets the earth,
Leaving the trees bare, in readiness, for next spring’s rebirth.

With changing leaf colours, many people love this time of year,
But, that summer is well and truly over, it is now perfectly clear.
The many colours mixed together are a magical sight to behold;
I love the shades of yellow, crimson, sienna, and ruby red, so bold.

Some leaves are mottled, with two glorious colours or more;
Adding to the fabulous display, which now lies upon the floor.
Children love nothing better, than to frolic through the fallen leaves;
When workmen collect them up, they’re left feeling very aggrieved.

Even though the weather is getting cold, the colours look so warm.
Fiery reds and oranges, and golden hues, like those of ripened corn.
Photographers find this time of year, so very evocative and inspiring;
The spectacular displays before them, they spend much time admiring.

As the season draws on, the once vibrant colours begin to dull and fade.
Soon, all that is left are brown leaves, which once boasted brilliant shades.
When leaves first change their colour, they create much admired foliage,
But with age and weather, over the coming weeks, there is much spoilage.

I love the dark green leaves, with their edges tinged with a brilliant red.
But, alas, those colours will fade, now that the leaf is no longer being fed.
The crisp, bright colours can offer cheer on even the very dullest of days,
But in our minds, we know it won’t be long before winter comes our way.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Autumn

(10/13/11)

The autumn leaves falling on the ground
The autumn leaves of yellow, orange and brown
The trees like a rainbow of colors
Such as this there is no other.
My friends would climb up the smallest trees
And shake the leaves down to me.

then the leaves are raked up and placed in a large pile
Children diving in and laughing all the while.
The crispy crunch that you hear
Sends the chills through your ears.

The autumn leaves reminding us
That Halloween was very near
Where we could dress up and create some fear.

But for now we would have our fun
Chasing each other with our water guns
Diving into leaves of gold and brown
Hoping that we wouldn’t be found.

The park keeper was as happy as can be
From raking the leaves he was free.
He would pick them up and putting
Them into the metal cans- and the smell
Of burning leaves would fill the air
Letting people know that autumn was here.

(memories are made of this- like the song)

poem by Louis Rams
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Turning Leaves

Red, red, red
Right ahead,
Yellow, yellow like the sun,
Through the leaves run,
Orange, orange many trees,
Blowing in the breeze,
A few evergreens,
Many autumn scenes,
Walk along a stream,
Seems as a dream,
Add blue and white,
A bird in flight,
Climb to the top,
Seems the forest never stop,
From the tower view,
Only get a clue,
Sunset indigo and violet,
If only for a bit,
Walk among the leaves,
Feel the fall breeze.

poem by Fritzner Erauda
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My Four Seasons

I gaze out through my window to the colours of the leaves,
Reds and browns and yellows floating like fairies from the trees.
I follow the as they burst alive and dance among the breeze,
And my smile is echoed effortlessly in the colours of the leaves.

I peer out through my curtains to the snow upon the ground,
Dreaming of the diamonds drowsily fluttering from the clouds,
Strewn across the hedgerows and the fields and all around,
The snow lies peacefully sleeping, a jewel upon the ground.

And look! - all of a sudden grow the bluebells in the wood!
Swaying happily to and fro, just like they always should.
And as the spring awakens, rusty from the flood,
The sun begins to shine upon the bluebells in the wood.

At last, through my curtains I see the flowers of July,
Their beauty almost mirrored in the sunshine in the sky,
And I see the tuplips grinning as a bright blue butterfly
Lands upon the petals of the flowers in July.

poem by Twilight Whispers
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Seasons......

Spring brings joy and revival
The world is filled with freshness,
Sprinkle and sparkle glimpse
Sky gets painted with Rainbow;

Summer is bright and colourful
Bright yellow flowers bloom afresh,
Summer has arrived with fullness,
White, yellow, red, orange and blue;

Autumn is dusty and dry
Withering and falling old leaves,
Autumn is setting in fast
Old decay for new to arise;

Winter is cool and blissful,
Snow is pleasant surprise,
Everything is painted white,
Soon it shall melt to make way;

The cycle of Seasons goes on,
World changes with its mood.

poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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Now Autumn Is Here Today

Now autumn is here today
In its colorful leaves falling
In every outside breezy play
Before the cold is here calling
Memories that summer gave
Are filling the shades on
In outside dance misbehave
That soon into dark is gone

Everything is going lonely
On to earth’s winter land
Into their dreams only
For old views to understand
Turning the their gold to red
Tinctured dances pavilion
Where there are roses in bed
Soon in winter there are none

Now autumn is shading in
Dancing in shading’s glow
With every dream colorful spin
From yellow red until its snow
Pleasures to give and take
A morning so sweet and strange
From pastures blossoms’ awake
Those colors in mature arrange

poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Nowhere To Hide

I drove through each dancing, tumbling leaf,
that rolled with great speed across the street.
And as the wind blew, each did retreat
to their final destiny, too brief.

With such gaiety they twirled and spun,
partying with unleashed energy.
Perhaps they were up to devilry,
enjoying themselves when day was done.

Their colours were of the richest kind,
gold, orange, yellow, red, beige and brown.
With gentle ease they had fluttered down,
copper richness on the ground combined.

With this spectacle each year to view,
it warms our hearts before winter-tide.
When trees become bare, nowhere to hide,
grey starkness against the blue sky’s hue.

Stopping the car, I opened the door,
treading on layers of duplicate shades.
Dazzling eyes, before foliage fades
into a cold and frozen earth’s floor.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Winter Thoughts

As Autumn leaves and Winter begins,
So does the color of autumn to chilled winter,
For the golden browns and amber in shades,
Turn to grey clouds and ice chills,
Of snowy hills where blankets of snow begins and show,

With the season greetings and family celebrations,
Tis no place for the lonely or the homeless persons,
Winter and its isolation,
Is not kind to the exposure of the unsheltered,
For with the weather also comes the sheltering,
For peoples gather indoors and outdoors is its outcasts,

Winter brings good cheer and tidings,
It also brings out the cold and reality,
For in summer and Autumn,
Where nature trails and outdoor meets,
The winter shows who has what and who has not,
By seeing the isolated alone and the outcasts left out in the cold,

It shows the warmth of open fires and seasonal greetings,
Of lavish homes and homely places,
All in good cheer and spirits in celebration,
Yet, winter will show,
The lost and the outcast,
Of no fixed abode or family to gather with,
Looking on yet,
Not apart of or with any to gather with,

Its winter when we reflex and ponder,
Of the year near ending and what we have acheived,
Or, what we have neglected or put off again,
Or what we have losted or had to indure,
Winter reflections can bring sorrow and pain,
Or laughter with good gains,

With the gains means we all party and laugh,
While the sorrow and pain,
Is in quiet and shadowed,
Like the lost and forgotten of yesterday,
Gone like the leaves of Autumn,
Decayed and blown away,
In the chill winds of the winter,
Covered by a blanket,
Of white,
That covers it all.

poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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