We LOVE Autumn in this house, not only is the back of the unbearable heat from summer but it also means that the trees are going to be displaying some pretty amazing colours.
We thought it would be fun to choose a poem or sonnet we love, and share it with you lovely people to get you in that Autumn feeling.
First is mine, I am a Shakespeare fan so mine is a Sonnet.
‘Sonnet 73’ by William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Adam
How the Leaves Came Down
by Susan Coolidge (1835 – 1905)
“I’ll tell you how the leaves came down,” The great tree to his children said, “You’re getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown, Yes, very sleepy, little Red. It is quite time to go to bed.”
“Ah!” begged each silly, pouting leaf, “Let us a little longer stay; Dear Father Tree, behold our grief; Tis such a very pleasant day We do not want to go away.”
So, for just one more merry day To the great tree the leaflets clung, Frolicked and danced, and had their way, Upon the autumn breezes swung, Whispering all their sports among,–
“Perhaps the great tree will forget, And let us stay until the spring, If we all beg, and coax, and fret.” But the great tree did no such thing; He smiled to hear their whispering.
“Come, children, all to bed,” he cried; And ere the leaves could urge their prayer, He shook his head, and far and wide, Fluttering and rustling everywhere, Down sped the leaflets through the air.
I saw them; on the ground they lay, Golden and red, a huddled swarm, Waiting till one from far away, White bedclothes heaped upon her arm, Should come to wrap them safe and warm.
The great bare tree looked down and smiled, “Good-night, dear little leaves,” he said. And from below each sleepy child Replied, “Good-night,” and murmured, “It is so nice to go to bed!”
Toby
Autumn Fires
by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850–1894)
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!
Elliot
An Autumn Greeting
“Come,” said the Wind to the Leaves one day. “Come over the meadow and we will play. Put on your dresses of red and gold. For summer is gone and the days grow cold.”
Why don’t you give it a go and create a Autumn poem, we will be doing one as part of our Home Ed so we will share once we are finished.
Have a wonderful Autumn
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