Fall Poem
Fall Poem
Leaves turn orange, yellow, red, and brown,
From the trees the leaves fall down,
The wind blows a gentle breeze,
It won’t be really hot and you won’t freeze,
The temperature is just right,
And everything is so pretty you won’t believe your sight,
Fall is finally here,
It is very beautiful this year.
“Autumn is a second Spring when every leaf is
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“Autumn arrives in the early morning, but
Spring at the close of a winter day.”
– Elizabeth Bowen
“The creation of a thousand forests is in one
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“Winter is an etching, Spring a watercolor,
Summer an oil painting, and Autumn a
Mosaic of them all.” – Stanley Horowitz
"Climb the mountains and get their good
tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as
sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow
their own freshness into you, and the storms
their energy, while cares will drop off like
autumn leaves." – John Muir
"Even if something is left
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time to sit still and watch the
leaves turn." – Elizabeth
Lawrence
"It is only the farmer who
faithfully plants seeds in the
Spring, who reaps a harvest in
Autumn." – B. C. Forbes
"How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of
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– John Burroughs
"You can't hide your true colours as you
approach the autumn of your life." – Unknown
"After the leaves have fallen, we return to a
plain sense of things. It is as if we had come
to an end of the imagination, inanimate in an
inert savoir." – Wallace Stevens
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