A dash of color, an azure sky, A fluttering wing goes darting by. A breeze sweet laden with dying ferns, A seed-pod shattered by beating storms. The evening lengthens for night-fall makes A quick appearance and slowly takes Hours long of daylight. Then fire lights grow And households ripple, in laughter's glow. A frosty morning, an icy breeze, A sun's weak flicker, and waters freeze. The breath is visioned upon the air; With "cats" and "witches" in nightly glare. Ah, this is autumn, and this is fall; The golden harvest season for all. As one has planted, so one will reap, May it be to joy, and never to weep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE RHINE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER by WALT WHITMAN THE OLD BURYING-GROUND by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER BROTHERLY LOVE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH CHORUS OF THE CLOUD-MAIDEN: ANTISTROPHE, FR. THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES |