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Happy Autumn!
Autumn Message
To Autumn by William Blake
To Autumn William Blake O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and […]
The Oven Bird by Robert Frost
The Oven Bird Robert Frost There is a singer everyone has heard, Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again. He says that leaves are old and that for flowers Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten. He says the early petal-fall is past When pear and […]
Ode to Autumn (John Keats)
Ode to Autumn By John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, […]
Nothing Gold Can Stay (Robert Frost)
Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold, Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. ~Robert Frost
Autumn (Emily Dickinson)
Autumn 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. ~Emily Dickinson
Have a nice week! Fall in love!!
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Fall Poems: Farewell to the Farm – by Robert Louis Stevenson
Autumn E-Cards: Farewell to the Farm by Robert Louis Stevenson The coach is at the door at last; The eager children, mounting fast And kissing hands, in chorus sing: Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! To house and garden, field and lawn, The meadow-gates we swang upon, To pump and stable, tree and swing, Good-bye, good-bye, to […]
Fall Poems: Down to Sleep – by Helen Hunt Jackson
Autumn E-Cards: Down to Sleep by Helen Hunt Jackson November woods are bare and still; November days are clear and bright; Each noon burns up the morning’s chill; The morning’s snow is gone by night. Each day my steps grow slow, grow light, As through the woods I reverent creep, Watching all things lie “down […]