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.
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.
|1915||November Night||Adelaide Crapsey|
|1914||After Apple-Picking||Robert Frost|
|1909||Autumn||T. E. Hulme|
|1893||We'll Go No More a-Roving||William Ernest Henley|
|1891||November||Helen Hunt Jackson|
|1873||An Autumn Reverie||Ella Wheeler Wilcox|