Changing of Seasons and Turning of Leaves Through Poetry
O! lure of the Lost Lagoon, I dream to-night that my paddle blurs The purple shade where the seaweed stirs, I hear the call of the singing firs. — Emily Pauline Johnson
O! lure of the Lost Lagoon, I dream to-night that my paddle blurs The purple shade where the seaweed stirs, I hear the call of the singing firs. — Emily Pauline Johnson
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. — William Butler Yeats
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. — William Butler Yeats
And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us once again. We keep the wall between us as we go. To each the boulders that have fallen to each. — Robert Frost
And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us once again. We keep the wall between us as we go. To each the boulders that have fallen to each. — Robert Frost
I learned not to fear infinity, The far field, the windy cliffs of forever, The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow. — Theodore Roethke
I learned not to fear infinity, The far field, the windy cliffs of forever, The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow. — Theodore Roethke
Oh, the charm of idle dreaming Where the dappled shadows dance, All the leafy aisles are teeming With the lure of old romance! — Lucy Maud Montgomery
Oh, the charm of idle dreaming Where the dappled shadows dance, All the leafy aisles are teeming With the lure of old romance! — Lucy Maud Montgomery
When the trees their summer splendor Change to raiment red and gold, When the summer moon turns mellow, And the nights are getting cold. — Carol L. Riser
When the trees their summer splendor Change to raiment red and gold, When the summer moon turns mellow, And the nights are getting cold. — Carol L. Riser
I've known rivers: Ancient, dusky rivers. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. — Langston Hughes
I've known rivers: Ancient, dusky rivers. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. — Langston Hughes
Do our woods And winds and ponds cover more quiet woods, More shining winds, more star glimmering ponds? — William Butler Yeats
Do our woods And winds and ponds cover more quiet woods, More shining winds, more star glimmering ponds? — William Butler Yeats
Oh, the river that meanders has an aimless kind of flow… in the sense that such a river seems to not know where to go. Is it right or left, or left or right? Who cares? And I don’t know. — Kenton M. Stewart
Oh, the river that meanders has an aimless kind of flow… in the sense that such a river seems to not know where to go. Is it right or left, or left or right? Who cares? And I don’t know. — Kenton M. Stewart
What better time to share some verses of poetry with temperatures dropping, leaves turning and frost on the pumpkin.