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O Fall Glorious: Autumn Poems and Photographs

Updated on September 29, 2016

Fall is my is my favorite season and I love to write about it. It's a bittersweet time of year because the final result of all the glories of fall is death, dormancy, and winter. However, it's worth it to enjoy the spectacular glory of autumn fire.

Following our poems I have written about the fall season.

An Autumn Walk

© Lori Colbo. All rights reserved.

Off for a walk I go

to feel the autumn breeze blow;

To behold the canvas of artful color

and kick through crispy leaves with gleeful ardor.

An Autumn Walk
An Autumn Walk


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Plaintive howling of autumn wind

yes, we mourn

loss of shine and green,

seeping dread of winter cold.

The gray of missing you,

remnants of color you once were,

the aching barreness left behind

Is the lamentation of my soul.

Remnants of color you once were.
Remnants of color you once were. | Source

A Sudden Nip in the Air

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Days after the steaming summer heat,

Warns us that fall is here.

The maple on the highway,

is the barometer for the autumn season.

It bursts forth with color at the first fall nip.

The maples and other leafy trees follow suit,

and soon the world is a work of art

Displayed for all to see.

To see the cascades of crimson, gold, and brown,

Brings to mind a symphony playing to our souls.

What joy!

The final notes of the music the final strokes of the brush,

Crescendo with glory and passion,

And the last leaves of autumn,

Fall to their death in a wave of color,

Music, and glory.

The Barometer of Fall for Key Peninsula Residents

This is the first tree to turn colors in my rural area.
This is the first tree to turn colors in my rural area. | Source
Cobs of colored corn.
Cobs of colored corn. | Source

Autumn Manifestations

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The chilly breath of autumn

With wood smoke in the air.

Kaleidoscopes of leaves

Cascade of blazing fire.

Fog settles in the forest,

Dampness to my bones,

October winds

Send leaves on a voyage

Over country roads.

Little childrens feet

Crunch and swish

On leafy piles,

High they fly

On breeze of gleeful laughter.

Cool night, moon bright

Owls haunt the night.

Orbs of pumpkins

Gourds of squash

Cobs of colored corn,

Savory soups and stews

In crock pots simmer

Triggering hunger pangs.

Lonely, winsome, mysterious fall.

"Little children feet,  Crunch and swish  on  leafy piles, High they fly on breeze of gleeful laughter. ~ Autumn Manifestations
"Little children feet, Crunch and swish on leafy piles, High they fly on breeze of gleeful laughter. ~ Autumn Manifestations | Source

Last Hurrah

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Trembling, quivering, bursting crimson and gold.

One last shutter, let go.

Whirl, spin, flurry to death.

Glorious free fall to final rest.

Loamy, earthen, heady bouquet.

Shuffling, whispering, leafy fall day.

Resonant, sonorous, autumn birdsong.

Yawning time, hours long.

Crisp, nippy, gathered collars warm.

lungs inhaling alarm.

Basking, reveling, in opus of God.

Flourishing, riotous, last hurrah.

Finale, climax, death knell tolls.
Finale, climax, death knell tolls. | Source


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stains of autumn fire.



redolent loam.



season of glory.



portent of death.



death knell tolls.




Fall Mirrored

Scenic fall display

is mirrored on calm waters

Especially tranquil.

© Lori Colbo. All rights reserved.


Haunting White Moon

Haunting white moon glows

surrounded by erie fog

misty orb of gloom.

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Misty orb of gloom ~ Haunting White Moon
Misty orb of gloom ~ Haunting White Moon | Source

Glorious Death

Crimson, gold, and brown,

Leaves falling to their death,

In glory they die.

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Fall in my home state

Autumn Poems by Famous Poets

These famous poets leave me in the dust when writing about Autumn. These are some of my favorites. Enjoy.

Autumn Fires

by Robert Louis Stevenson

In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!

What do you like most about autumn?

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Autumn in the Garden

by Henry Van Dyke

When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark
Makes its mark
On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves
Over fallen leaves;
Then my olden garden, where the golden soil
Through the toil
Of a hundred years is mellow, rich, and deep,
Whispers in its sleep.

'Mid the crumpled beds of marigold and phlox,
Where the box
Borders with its glossy green the ancient walks,
There's a voice that talks
Of the human hopes that bloomed and withered here
Year by year,--
Dreams of joy, that brightened all the labouring hours,
Fading as the flowers.

Yet the whispered story does not deepen grief;
But relief
For the loneliness of sorrow seems to flow
From the Long-Ago,
When I think of other lives that learned, like mine,
To resign,
And remember that the sadness of the fall
Comes alike to all.

What regrets, what longings for the lost were theirs!
And what prayers
For the silent strength that nerves us to endure
Things we cannot cure!
Pacing up and down the garden where they paced,
I have traced
All their well-worn paths of patience, till I find
Comfort in my mind.

Faint and far away their ancient griefs appear:
Yet how near
Is the tender voice, the careworn, kindly face,
Of the human race!
Let us walk together in the garden, dearest heart,
Not apart!
They who know the sorrows other lives have known
Never walk alone.

"The name of it is Autumn, the hue of it is blood."  ~ Emily Dickenson - The Name of it is Autumn
"The name of it is Autumn, the hue of it is blood." ~ Emily Dickenson - The Name of it is Autumn | Source

The name -- of it -- is "Autumn"

by Emily Dickinson

The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" --
The hue -- of it -- is Blood --
An Artery -- upon the Hill --
A Vein -- along the Road --

Great Globules -- in the Alleys --
And Oh, the Shower of Stain --
When Winds -- upset the Basin --
And spill the Scarlet Rain --

It sprinkles Bonnets -- far below --
It gathers ruddy Pools --
Then -- eddies like a Rose -- away --
Upon Vermilion Wheels --


Merry Autumn

by Paul Laurence Dunbar

It's all a farce,—these tales they tell
About the breezes sighing,
And moans astir o'er field and dell,
Because the year is dying.

Such principles are most absurd,—
I care not who first taught 'em;
There's nothing known to beast or bird
To make a solemn autumn.

In solemn times, when grief holds sway
With countenance distressing,
You'll note the more of black and gray
Will then be used in dressing.

Now purple tints are all around;
The sky is blue and mellow;
And e'en the grasses turn the ground
From modest green to yellow.

The seed burs all with laughter crack
On featherweed and jimson;
And leaves that should be dressed in black
Are all decked out in crimson.

A butterfly goes winging by;
A singing bird comes after;
And Nature, all from earth to sky,
Is bubbling o'er with laughter.

The ripples wimple on the rills,
Like sparkling little lasses;
The sunlight runs along the hills,
And laughs among the grasses.

The earth is just so full of fun
It really can't contain it;
And streams of mirth so freely run
The heavens seem to rain it.

Don't talk to me of solemn days
In autumn's time of splendor,
Because the sun shows fewer rays,
And these grow slant and slender.

Why, it's the climax of the year,—
The highest time of living!—
Till naturally its bursting cheer
Just melts into thanksgiving.

© 2010 Lori Colbo


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      Lori Colbo 2 years ago from Pacific Northwest

      Thank you for your kind affirming words petunia.

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      petunia4me 2 years ago

      A whole lot of Autumn poems! That's exactly what I was looking for and what made me log on to hubpages. Thanks a lot for your great poetry and for sharing these great poems with every one.

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      Lori Colbo 3 years ago from Pacific Northwest

      Bobbi, Suzette and James, thank you for the kind, affirming words. I am so glad you enjoyed them.

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      Tijani Achamlal 3 years ago from Morocco

      What a wonderful collection of poems! You are so talented. Voted up!

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      PurvisBobbi44 3 years ago from Florida


      What a wonderful way to begin my morning by reading your poems. I love to write poems, but I love to read them too.

      One's heart comes out in one's printed words to share and forever be available for the new poets and poem lovers to read.

      A great job and I loved it.

      Bobbi Purvis

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      Suzette Walker 3 years ago from Taos, NM

      Such a beautiful and creative hub. I love your poetry and it is just as good as the famous poets you quote. The images your create with such great vocabulary - each word chosen to relay your thoughts and meanings. I totally enjoyed reading this and I love the colors of fall. You brought all of this out beautifully through your poetry. Voted up+ and shared.

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      Lori Colbo 3 years ago from Pacific Northwest

      Aw Criss, those chilly mornings are intoxicating. Thanks for stopping by.

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      crissalina 3 years ago

      oh, but i can't choose only one thing i love about autumn!:( i love everything about autumn. hmm... maybe the chilly mornings:)

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      Lori Colbo 4 years ago from Pacific Northwest

      Oh John, fall truly is glorious. I love Canada. Sunshine on a fall day is heaven. Thanks for stopping by.

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      John MacNab 4 years ago from the banks of the St. Lawrence

      This Fall up here in Canada has been awe inspiring. The leaves have nearly all changed to their myriad Autumn hues, and we have had a week of spectacular sunshine. Today, without any breeze, the leafs are falling from the trees. It is raining leaves. Beautiful poetry lambservant, voted up +.

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      acaetnna 7 years ago from Guildford

      Beautiful poetry and wonderful pictures to accompany it. I am so pleased that I found your writing.

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      Lori Colbo 7 years ago from Pacific Northwest

      Thank you for your kind words epigramman. I have friend who lives somewhat near you. A little tiny place called Dunneville. Lovely up there in eastern Cananda. Would love to see Ontario some day. Thanks for stopping by.

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      epigramman 7 years ago

      ...I am so glad you found me and enjoyed one of my favorite pieces - To sit beside you - and to return the compliment to you on this hallowed hub I must also say - 'how lovely' - I live here in Ontario, Canada roughly about 100 feet or so across from Lake Erie and I am very well aware of the beauty of nature - not just in the fall - but all year around - so needless to say I really enjoyed your labor of love here in this hub and your obvious gift of seeing that beauty in life and what it has to offer to us ....

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      Lori Colbo 7 years ago from Pacific Northwest

      Thank you Sage. It was an honor and pleasure to have you stop by.

      To me fall is about going out in glory. Autumn thrills me like no other season. Most people like spring, and I do love spring, but for somre reason fall tickles my senses more than the others.

      You are welcome to stop by anytime Sage. Your comments were very kind.

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      Sage Williams 7 years ago

      Autumn has always been one of my favorite seasons as well.

      What a terrific poem, You redefine the meaning of 'mindfulness' I am still relishing in your words, the pictures the sensations.

      You have captured Autumn alive in the moment. Each line is better than the last.

      Thanks so much for sharing, I am bookmarking this one and will vote up.


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      coffeesnob 7 years ago

      Awesome hub-voted up and beautiful...Though spring is my favorite time of year, I do enjoy the color and crispness of autumn..beautiful pics here too


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      William Kovacic 7 years ago from Pleasant Gap, PA


      Fall's my favorite time of year, too. Loved the pics as well as the poems. Thanks.

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      Lori Colbo 7 years ago from Pacific Northwest

      Changing of the Guard...I love it. May I use that some time? Thanks for your comments Dave. I will be focusing later on bounty, harvest, and Thanksgiving. Blessings!

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      Dave Mathews 7 years ago from NORTH YORK,ONTARIO,CANADA

      lambservant: Autumn brings with it such colorful beauty, as most trees and folage, begin their time of rest and restoration, by shedding the old and preparing for sleep. Autumn also brings forth the land's bounty in fruits vegetables grains and the maturity of animal life, for man to harvest and store up for usage. I call Autumn, "The Changing of The Guard" It is beautifully displayed in your pictures. Thank you. After all is harvested, we enter a time of Thanksgiving, to thank our creator for providing such a bountiful harvest including that hunted for meats, before we prepare to enter into the period of sleep, when the ground is covered with a beautiful white blanketing of snow, until spring.

      Brother Dave.

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      RevLady 7 years ago from Lantana, Florida

      What lovely poetry and the pictures accentuate them beautifully.

      Great inspiration and I appreciate you sharing.

      Forever His,

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      Regan Clem 7 years ago from Ohio

      Thanks for sharing your poems. That is neat that one tree turns every year before the others. I wonder if that is the case around here.