Autumn Poems

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
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Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,
With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,
Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand,
And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain!
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Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own:
I wavered through the streets, among
Objects:
Nothing mattered or had a name:
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I remember you as you were in the last autumn.
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.
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War broke: and now the Winter of the world
With perishing great darkness closes in.
The foul tornado, centred at Berlin,
Is over all the width of Europe whirled,
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Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
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It is autumn; not without
But within me is the cold.
Youth and spring are all about;
It is I that have grown old.
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Autumn moonlight--
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut.
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If I could write words
Like leaves on an autumn forest floor,
What a bonfire my letters would make.
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And yet one arrives somehow,
finds himself loosening the hooks of
her dress
in a strange bedroom--
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I dreamt of autumn in the window's twilight,
And you, a tipsy jesters' throng amidst. '
And like a falcon, having stooped to slaughter,
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Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud
At dawn, a fortnight overdue,
Jostling the doors, and tearing through
My bedroom to rejoin the cloud,
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There is never a sight more beautiful
Or so amazing than that of a tree,
In summer with branches and leaves so full
With gently swaying boughs for all to see.
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Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
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Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, "Speak to us of Eating and Drinking."

And he said:
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A baby's cradle with no baby in it,
A baby's grave where autumn leaves drop sere;
The sweet soul gathered home to Paradise,
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O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
   Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
   Thy mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods this autumn day, that ache and sag
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THE trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
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I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm,
On a day I already remember.
I shall die in Paris- it does not bother me-
Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in autumn.
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I’ve watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow,
In the fields between La Bassée and Bethune;
Primroses and the first warm day of Spring,
Red poppy floods of June,
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Autumn nights
In autumn nights, beautiful princesses wake up
A dance of leaf-drops takes place in the plains
The succession of trees, tells the tale of autumn
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Autumn, the season of vibrant change,
Where nature's palette rearranges,
Leaves of gold, red, and amber hues,
A symphony of colors, nature's muse.
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Love is...autumn...leaves falling...into colour
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Writer: Muneeb Tahir
AUTUMN IN MY HEART…..

The wind is blowing the whistle,
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Saturday morning, November 5 2022 at 10: 10 a.m.

Autumn blows in Blue winds this way and that;
in whatever direction that wind blows, Autumn lists,
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FIRST PART

Remembers of the Life Time
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There is no doubt about it,
Autumn is deep upon us
Orange, reds and yellows
And gold, yes gold
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Autumn's hotum
Autumn's cool
Autumn's for lovers
Autumn's fool
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Leaves have started to fall, so they say we are in autumn,
Everything has started to turn red and grey. We are in autumn.

I want this morning and music and warmth of your hand with mine,
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A poet asked me,
to pen a poem on Autumn
To glow my gadgets
like the colors of Autumn leaves;
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