Joy of Autumn Splendor - Collection of Poems & Haiku

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I invite you to a virtual journey through the autumn beauty and splendor with a fusion of landscapes, poetry, art, haiku and more…

Share your joys and experiences with pictures, poems, stories, or anything that lets you enjoy it…

Crushed Autumn by Scott Grimando

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Golden reds, leaves tread

And rain down upon my head

Joyous Autumn Falls

~ Ocean ~

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Autumn
~ Abhinabha ~

O season of ripe beauty, you I greet!
Whose heart is love's calm wisdom at its throbbing core;
Your deep hues and myriad colors make the soul's wings beat
And lift a lover like me to your ambrosial shore.

Through you Nature weeps its precious golden tears,
In you a mortal eye could glimpse its native Immortality,
O endless fount of inspiration to the poet-seers
To be bound by your embrace is to be truly free!

A glad earth bathes in your benign and lustrous smile
And man's heart thrills with an unknown rapture and delight
By your whispers and footfalls and flute-call beguiled,
An ancient kinship links him to your celestial height.

A brimming of golden sweetness in your dreaming eyes
Fills the world with the beauty of a realm divine,
The sun's last rays serenely trickle from your purple skies:
I send my love and song and call your blessings mine.

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Said a blade of grass to an autumn leaf, “You make such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams.”
      Said the leaf indignant, “Low-born and low-dwelling! Songless, peevish thing! You live not in the upper air and you cannot tell the sound of singing.”
      Then the autumn leaf lay down upon the earth and slept. And when spring came she waked again – and she was a blade of grass.
      And when it was autumn and her winter sleep was upon her, and above her through all the air the leaves were falling, she muttered to herself, “O these autumn leaves! They make such a noise! They scatter all my winter dreams.”

~ Kahlil Gibran ~

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My Autumn Dance

~Nicola ~

If I were a leaf,
I would spend all day
Dreaming of that exquisite moment,
When I do my sweet Autumn Dance.

I have been rehearsing in my mind
Ever since Spring.
Practising my twirls and pirhouettes,
As I frolic across the sky.
Dancing through the air,
Against the backdrop of a clear, blue fall sky.

I await the right moment.
My colours are intensified to perfection.
Brilliant oranges, scarlets and rich golds.
I flutter in the gentle breeze.
The moment is almost here.

With great excitement, I let go of home base.
I surrender to the elements with great relish.
The wind tosses me up into the air.
It floats me here and floats me there.
I spiral and I twist,
Spiralling down to almost touch the ground.

Another puff of wind and I am up again
To dance with delight and ecstasy.
Swirling through the air.
Wheeee….. I am free!

All of my life, I have envisioned this moment.
The anticipation, the excitement, the release,
The sheer pleasure of desire realised.

My moment is now.
Each moment before has paved the way
For my platform of now.

I revel in the experience with great appreciation.
I relish the celebration of this, my Autumn Dance.

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October
~ William Cullen Bryant ~

AY, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath! When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
And the year smiles as it draws near its death. Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
In the gay woods and in the golden air,
Like to a good old age released from care,
Journeying, in long serenity, away.
In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
Might wear out life like thee, 'mid bowers and brooks
And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
And music of kind voices ever nigh;
And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.

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clouds part, sun bathing
tall grasses aflame, swaying
breeze caressing face

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Christopher Lovejoy
A Witness to the Kosmos

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On Fields O'er Which the Reaper's Hand has Passed
~ Henry David Thoreau ~

On fields o'er which the reaper's hand has pass'd
Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun,
My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind
And of such fineness as October airs,
There after harvest could I glean my life
A richer harvest reaping without toil,
And weaving gorgeous fancies at my will
In subtler webs than finest summer haze.

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Colorado Autumn

~ Happiness ~

My horse snorts his way up the steep trail,

uncertain in this first snow of the year.

The silence is vast. Summer sleeps now,

banished from meadows, valleys, woods.

The pines are like a memory of pines.

The stream over there has disappeared

in this strange new dreaming.

Ice throws rainbows into the luminous air.

A sudden breeze shakes down a shower

of aspen leaves, and coins of pale gold

fall around us like an unexpected gift of Grace.

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Autumn
~ Kalidasa ~

The autumn comes, a maiden fair
In slenderness and grace,
With nodding rice-stems in her hair
And lilies in her face.
In flowers of grasses she is clad;
And as she moves along,
Birds greet her with their cooing glad
Like bracelets' tinkling song.

A diadem adorns the night
Of multitudinous stars;
Her silken robe is white moonlight,
Set free from cloudy bars;
And on her face (the radiant moon)
Bewitching smiles are shown:
She seems a slender maid, who soon
Will be a woman grown.

Over the rice-fields, laden plants
Are shivering to the breeze;
While in his brisk caresses dance
The blossomed-burdened trees;
He ruffles every lily-pond
Where blossoms kiss and part,
And stirs with lover's fancies fond
The young man's eager heart.

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Fall Song
~ Mary Oliver ~

Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,

the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows, unmattering back

from the particular island
of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere

except underfoot, moldering
in that black subterranean castle

of unobservable mysteries - - -roots and sealed seeds
and the wanderings of water. This

I try to remember when time's measure
painfully chafes, for instance when autumn

flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing
to stay - - - how everything lives, shifting

from one bright vision to another, forever
in these momentary pastures.

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Adrift on the Lake
~ Wang Wei ~

Autumn sky illuminates itself all empty
distances away toward far human realms,

cranes off horizons of sand tracing its
clarity into mountains beyond clouds.

Crystalline waters quiet settling night.
Moonlight leaving idleness everywhere

ablaze, I trust myself to this lone paddle,
this calm on and on, no return in sight.

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O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained 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 fruit and flowers.
~ William Blake ~

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     Fall leaves morph me.
     I sigh, better get busy;
     Bursting hot colors…

~ Professor ~

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“Does autumn enter legally, or is it an underground season?”

Happiness

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Leaves blanket my yard
bags and bags must be raked up.
glad i have my kids!

~ Lobster John ~

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Goddess in Autumn by Light Dancing Dryad

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And now I'm falling
Watched until you're out of view
Leaves fall, tears fall, love.

~Samme S.S.~

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