Fall is my very favorite season, so I have penned several (mostly) rhyming poems, some of which I have posted over the years. But here are several all together to celebrate the first day of Autumn with photos from my own archives. Some of the poems were written when I was a bed & breakfast cook in Maine in October, when the foliage was really “flaming!” This was especially apparent at the lake across from the B & B, with trees aflame like a ring of fire.
Note: The photo under Never Ending Autumn is original art from my laundry book, For the Love of Clotheslines, created by my artistic friend Pat when she visited me.
There’s a tree outside my window
flaming leaves it does adorn;
every day its fire greets me
through the softly, sunlit dawn.
Leafy-laden, tall and stately,
in the wind I hear its sighs;
brilliant branches span my vision;
color bedazzles my morning eyes.
All too soon the leaves forsake it,
leaving branches stripped and bare.
Patiently I await the springtime;
green returns again to wear.
Trees are truly awesome wonders,
‘specially in the blazing Fall.
Kilmer was acutely accurate:
trees are lovely, all in all.
Patiently I wait for Summer’s ending
to fan the flames of Fall.
Summer means only Autumn’s pending,
my favorite season, best of all.
Enduring all the hot summer days,
Dreams of Autumn’s fiery blaze;
Ah! the crispness I remember.
Leaves of red and burnished gold
drift so gently to the ground.
As Autumn turns to winter’s cold,
leaves die softly, without a sound.
Winter dazzles with the snow.
Flowers blossom in the Spring,
Summer brings its sunny glow,
but Autumn, Autumn, makes me sing!
Never Ending Autumn
Mother Nature is the lender
of glorious & vibrant Autumn splendor.
I don’t prefer Summer—instead
trees of rust & gold & red.
For all this notion may be worth,
falling leaves are jewels of Mother Earth…
A carpet of many colors …. splendid;
no need to save, change, or mend it.
Perpetual Fall would be my fantasy;
looking up, only brilliance would I see.
Autumn splendor that never ends—
That’s what this poem lovingly intends.
The leaves are barely turning,
yet my fever has begun!
I feel October’s yearning,
as I bask in the late-day sun.
Summer makes me sweaty;
Winter makes me whine.
Spring brings on a smile,
but Fall is definitely divine.
This fever brings me pleasure.
I’m eager every year
to enjoy Autumn’s treasure,
and when it’s gone — a plaintive tear.
Each season has its place,
but my heart belongs to Fall.
A feeling I cannot cure,
Fall Fever says it all!
Sunshine warms my weathered face,
Upturned to greet its glow.
Shimmers on the water.
Glassy ripples….. slow.
Mountains bloom russet shades;
stillness on the dock.
Nature all around
on leaves & grass & rock.
Oh! That Fall could last forever
Through the winter long
October mem’ries keep me warm
with Autumn’s flaming song!
The trees are shedding their autumn garb–
Leaves, falling softly, like a whisper.
Soon the branches will be naked and
shivering from winter’s wind & snow.
But for now the lingering flaming foliage
fascinates me like nothing else.
The leaves’ last hurrah—dizzy & dazzling,
bursting with color.
An encore before Fall’s finale!
Autumn in Bridgton (Maine)
Autumn rain has come to Bridgton
The leaves are all aground.
A flaming carpet ‘neath my feet;
They fall without a sound.
Autumn rain has come to Bridgton;
A wet and wonderful chill.
Sad and somber some would say,
But I love the Autumn, still.
The rains will change soon, here in Bridgton,
To sparkling sunlight on the lake.
I’ll gather leaves from Nature’s carpet—
A bit of Bridgton I will take.