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...THE CENSUS-TAKER by ROBERT FROST A FAREWELL by GEORGE GASCOIGNE THE KINGDOM OF GOD by FRANCIS THOMPSON VILLAGE LIGHTS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO EDWARD FITZGERALD by ROBERT BROWNING THEY WHO COME BACK by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE GOLF LINKS by SARAH NORCLIFFE CLEGHORN |