By Rosie Moore

Why does Fall/Autumn have two names? Autumn, a Latin word, first appears in English in the late 14th century. In the 17th century Fall came into use and meant the act of taking in crops. By the 19th century fall became an “Americanism” primarily used in the U.S. and frowned upon by the British. It doesn’t matter what it’s called, it is the most beautiful time of the year. Let’s look at some beautiful poems that describe Autumn.

My grandmother wrote this  lovely autumn poem when she was nineteen years old. According to my calculations it was written in the year 1904.

“Oh,  the glory of the autumn

When the woodland’s all-ablaze;

When the trees in gay apparel

Tell of crisp October days.

When the wind starts moaning softly

And the crackling leaves go drifting by,

The chilling brook, a silvered mirror,

Reflects  the deep blue of the sky.

When chestnuts   burst from bristling burrs,

To fall among the leaves,

The little squirrel awaiting there

His winter store receives

When at eventide the king of day

Sinks slowly in the west.

When over every hill and vale

He  paints crimson crest

‘Tis twilight now, the year is spent

Night songs are in the air

Mother nature tucks the flowers in bed

While she kneels down in prayer

We thank thee, Lord, for beauties past

For golden sunlit days

For bounteous harvest gathered in,

We lift our hearts to thee in praise.”


A man named Jospeh Renaldi wrote a lovely poem. I couldn’t find much information about him except that he was a writer:

Once up an Autumn day

Colorful leaves begin to fade

In the midst of a  chilly, frosty air

As multitudes of trees   grew steadily bare.


Once  upon an Autumn day,

The whispering breeze was here to stay

Moving aimlessly through the countless trees

Scattering leaves with the greatest of ease.


Once upon an autumn day

The trees were dormant and the leaves lay

Waiting for the winter snow to fall

To quickly obscure them one and all.


Last, but not least, my favorite Autumn poem which is also a beautiful, haunting song, sung by many, but my favorite rendition is by Nat King Cole.

Autumn Leaves:

The falling leaves drift by the window

The autumn leaves of red and gold.

I see your lips, the summer kisses

The sunburned hands I used to hold.

Since you went away the days grow long

And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song.

But I miss you most of all my darling

When autumn leaves start to fall.”


Happy autumn to everyone!


Thought for the day: I thank you, God, for this most amazing day. For the leaping green spirits of trees and for the blue dream of sky, and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes. e.e.Cummings

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