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Nature’s magic art
Inks its indelible stain for
Autumn’s saffron fire

haiku by Ken e Hall
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Nature’s magic art
Inks its indelible stain
Autumn’s saffron fire

haiku by Ken e Hall
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Magic of autumn

autumn shows us magic
with beauty of colour
falling of leaves
and crisp cool air

more autumn pleasures

autumn specialties
cozy warm sweaters
hot chocolate
and a warm fire

are real treasures

love orange pumpkins
and chrysanthemums
with a full moon
on the night of magic

we have total perfection

poem by Rachel Nichols
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Pirouetting Autumn

The tree blushed - a rude blast of air
Betrayed a shapely bough.
My saddened heart aware
That Nature's clock was chiming,
I froze upon the twelfth
Clanging tone, caught alone,
Staring at a creaking door -
Left ajar for dancing, coloured Autumn,
Pirouetting in her leaves,
While agitated summer creatures
Backed away resignedly,
Sighing in protracted breves.
I turned; gave company;
We stood together, watching
Summer slowly blow away.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Comes Autumn...

Comes autumn...
with its addendum of moods and colours.
And as nature unfurls its myriad of jewels
there be majique
of ineffable bounty,
widening eyes, and broadening smiles -
reminding us all of the credence that lies
in that ole cliche,
''change is good''!

Comes autumn...
with its eventides of whistlesong breeze.
And in every blanket of its angeled mist rainfall
there be genisis
of inveterating offerage,
quenching the yearning thirst of the harvests,
nourishing the mercurial mind of the Poet
to take pen in hand and heart,
fleck an autumn-scape grandeur...indelible.

Comes autumn...
with her latened warnings of winters nascence.
And every lost, crisped, brown leave
speaks of Death to this season of colour
that beckoned us to appreciate our God-Given senses
of earthtones and hickory and the scent of Douglas Fir
that we breathe with Christmas thought, Winter majique.
And aft' December we shall wait until -
comes autumn.....once again.

poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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Wind of Autumn

Wind of autumn
Fire of summer-
Sweet girl of sixteen

Autumn without chirping
Of cuckoo in life-
Does not mean

How can the poets
Construct poetry;
If autumn remain far

Fire of summer
Looks wanton eye;
Say what you desire

Autumn knows the youth
Rainy day cloud;
O! Love rose begin.

poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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There was a man who lived a life of fire

There was a man who lived a life of fire.
Even upon the fabric of time,
Where purple becomes orange
And orange purple,
This life glowed,
A dire red stain, indelible;
Yet when he was dead,
He saw that he had not lived.

poem by Stephen Crane
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I Know That Its Magic

Im amazed at things you, you do it all with ease
I smile while everything you do, drives me to my knees
cos I know that its magic, and I know that its magic
Yes, I know that its magic, in everything you try to do
Many times I see ahead, Ill have to make a stand
Maybe I can call on you, I know youd understand
cos I know that its magic, and I know that its magic
Yes, I know that its magic, in everything you try to do
cos I know that its magic, and I know that its magic
Yes, I know that its magic, in everything you try to do
cos I know that its magic, and I know that its magic
Yes, I know that its magic, and I know that its magic

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Mist Upon the Placid Morn

Bleed out your beauty, Autumn –
Give up a gentle wrist, and smear
Your bloody hues atop the green.

Cast a calming throw of heady peace
Upon the cooling land.
And as you grant the sun a final fling of warmth,
Charge the silent air
(Now lolling on a foliar deathbed)
With earthen whiff to intimate the fungal push.

Soon you’ll send a shiver down the watery spine of
Quivering ponds, punctual brooks, and
Listless lakes, to warn them of the freeze to come.

Behold! your mellow spirit
Hanging as a mist upon the placid morn –
A sight that draws a sneaking tear or two – forlorn
Observers are we all of colder climes to view!

Autumn Lady, must you be the summer waning –?
Our adieu to fairer-weather life?
Ah well, at least you hum a warming tone, ensuring
Nature’s rhythm still abounds.

But now you must prepare the mind for chilly times –
You know the drill –
Guiding us along a sloping path
To ease our psyche in to sleet and snow –
The blue-ice bite of winter.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Strange Magic

Youre sailing softly through the sun
In a broken stone age dawn.
You fly so high.
I get a strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic.
Youre walking meadows in my mind,
Making waves across my time,
Oh no, oh no.
I get a strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic.
Oh, Im never gonna be the same again,
Now Ive seen the way its got to end,
Sweet dream, sweet dream.
Strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic.
Its magic, its magic, its magic.
Strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic.
Strange magic strange magic
Oh, what a strange magic strange magic
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic.
Strange magic strange magic
Oh, what a strange magic strange magic
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic,
You know I got a strange magic,
Yeah, I got a strange magic,
Oo-o-o-oo, strange magic. (fade)

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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You Bring Me Everything...

Mother Nature breath on me,
All the magic I can see,
Multitudes of colour Green,
Greener than I've ever seen.

Mother Nature show me Earth,
Show me all, that you are worth,
Take your time - so I can see -
Each of the seasons, bestowed on me.

Mother Nature teach me Love,
Your lessons learn't from up above,
A time to Rain, then dried by Sun,
Staying awake, till your work be done.

Mother Nature hold me close,
For it's YOU, I admire the most,
Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring -
For you bring me everything.: -)

poem by Margo Posh
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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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Love Song

I lie here thinking of you:---

the stain of love
is upon the world!
Yellow, yellow, yellow
it eats into the leaves,
smears with saffron
the horned branched the lean
heavily
against a smooth purple sky!
There is no light
only a honey-thick stain
that drips from leaf to leaf
and limb to limb
spoiling the colors
of the whole world-

you far off there under
the wine-red selvage of the west!

poem by William Carlos Williams
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Magic Always

There's magic when we hold hands
When you slip your fingers into mine
The memory always lingers

Magic always does happen
Within the feel of your palm

There's magic when we stare at each other
With no words spoken at all
The fire always burns

Magic always does happen
When I'm lost, staring at you

There's magic whenever we kiss
When your lips feather mine
I thirst for more of you

Magic always does happen
As my throat constricts

There's magic when we make love
On cloud nine to the skies above
I yearn for more of you

Magic always does happen
When you send shivers through me

I'm your tricky wand
And you're my magician
Please wield magic with me always

poem by Emmanuel Emesakoru
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Fire

Fire is so beautiful to look at

Its flaming figure is bright saffron

It aspires to the sky

Where shines the Sun

Where lightening cries out in thunder

And warns man for monkeying

With technology-his the other

Fire seeks to mingle with the fire of the skies

poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Nature Rejoice

Nature rejoice,
for spring is here
Flowers burst into bloom
everywhere
Bright colored daffodils appear
Nature rejoice,
for spring is here

Nature sing,
for summer has come
Where birds and bees
chirp and hum
Along sandy beaches,
children run
Nature sing, for summer has come

Nature celebrate,
autumn is here to please
Where golden leaves fall from trees
And dance and sway in
the cool breeze
Nature celebrate,
autumn is here to please

Nature be happy,
winter has brought
The season of exciting
downhill sport
Icy crystals hang from our fort
Nature celebrate,
Winter has brought

poem by Ellie Mabin
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BP An Indictment Crude

fresh oil inks the fertile sea not
from squid octopus origin
nature raped on a split tin can

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Divine Fire

In the dence forest
He walks with mother
Far fire views
Sparkled in the Brain

Returned the cave
Days and nights
Fire Burns in his head
With the heat of Sun

He lay down the rock
Near by the stream
walks from autumn
winter spring summer

At last he realise
The real inner fire
To torned the bow logs
And view Fire smiles

Afflamed the Holy pond
Offered dry spices
Oil and leaves
And retain for fair

The Holy fire
Gave Him all
And the Nature
For cure and cool.

poem by Vinod Kumar
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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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It's Love! Magic!

Is It Magic?

I know not why I love.
Have you cast your spell of magic,
that makes this so?

I have taken to notice, the magic
that is life. Is that you? Is it
your magic that makes me so aware?

You are part of my entire being.
Is this also, your magic at work?

There's a song in my heart, and a
spring in my step. Is it magic?
Is it love? Magic? Love? Both?

When apart I feel a loss. Is
it your magic, that compels me
to miss you so?

The Magic of your kiss. The Magic of
your voice. The Magic of your touch.
If it is magic, I am completely
and willing, under your spell.

Can I live but a day, without the
love of your magic? No. Not
a day, or a minute, or one second
for all eternity.

I have never felt this way before.
Nor will I ever again, without
the cloak of your magic.

You are, and always will be,
My Magic Lady.

Yes...yes, most will say it is
love. Love perhaps.
Magic? Definitely.

poem by Joe Fazio
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