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Fall Poem
An Autumn Day
Pumpkins in the cornfields, (Carmen Lagos Signes)
The Colors of Change The colors are changing, Proving that summer is fading.
With the rustic red and glistening gold, These colors seem to soothe a broken soul.
Color with a deeper meaning. A new heart singing and gleaming.
They dance across the sky. They soar from a place up high.
With each breath in the cool
breeze, They gently fall as if with complete ease.
Soon the color will all be gone. The next will surely be too long.
But they know their purpose on this earth. They wait for a newness, a rebirth.
The colors represent a time. Something that we all must seek and find.
Find the truth and beauty in the change. Face your future and let your past fade.
The colors of your heart will turn and sail. And your newness of life will surely prevail. (Amy Jackson)
Castles Of Colors How I love to walk On the dried fallen leaves The sounds of crunching I hear.
Form a carpet so rich, The sounds are a tune to my ear.
Rake them up in a pile, Like castles of colors, And then the children appear.
As they tumble and roll Through the piles of dried leaves, Their laughter filling the air.
As the cold air approaches Bringing winds that will sting, Say goodbye to these castles so dear. You'll not see them again till next year. (Floria Kelderhouse)
It's Time To Light The Evening Fires The hills are bright with maples yet; But down the level land The beech leaves rustle in the wind As dry and brown as sand. The clouds in bars of rusty red Along the hill-tops grow, As in the still sharp air the frost Is like a dream of snow. The berries of the briar-rose Have lost their rounded pride,
The bittersweet chrysanthemums Are drooping heavy-eyed. The cricket grows more friendly now, The dormouse sly and wise, Hiding away in the disgrace Of nature from men's eyes. The pigeons in black wavering lines Are swinging toward the sun, And all the wide and withered fields Proclaim the summer done. His store of nuts and acorns now The squirrel hastes to gain, And sets his house in order for The winter's dreary reign. 'Tis time to light the evening fire, To read good books and sing The low and lovely songs that breathe Of the eternal spring (Alice Cary)
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Graphics are from Graphics by Irene, Country Patch Collections. Poems are from Poems and Quotes for Scrapbookers, I Love Poetry, Opossum Sally. Page created: Aug 15, 2004 Last updated: Aug 15, 2004 |
