The sounds of summer leave
your lungs mid-autumn.
Gulls rebuild the sky.
It’s more or less a spectacle.
With a gauze of dark circles
under your eyes, you watch
the whole world take a rain check.
The clouds overlap until nightfall
and you twiddle your thumbs
For poems on the changing leaves, the start of the school year in September, and the haunts and harvests that the season brings in October and November, along with so much more, browse our selection of fall poems.
|1920||Work Gangs||Carl Sandburg|
|1918||Spring and Fall||Gerard Manley Hopkins|
|1918||Autumn Movement||Carl Sandburg|
|1917||The Wild Swans at Coole||W. B. Yeats|
|1916||Under the Harvest Moon||Carl Sandburg|
|1915||November Night||Adelaide Crapsey|
|1914||After Apple-Picking||Robert Frost|