Poem about November and Autumn

Aloha Everyone,

Here are some of my favorite poems about November and Autumn. Please enjoy!

When the squirrels hide their acorns,

And the woodchucks disappear;

Then we know that it is autumn,

Loveliest season of the year."

-   Carol L. Riser, Autumn

"If it is true that one of the greatest pleasures of gardening lies in looking forward, then the planning of next year's beds and borders must be one of the most agreeable occupations in the gardener's calendar. This should make October and November particularly pleasant months, for then we may begin to clear our borders, to cut down those sodden and untidy stalks, to dig up and increase our plants, and to move them to other positions where they will show up to greater effect. People who are not gardeners always say that the bare beds of winter are uninteresting; gardeners know better, and take even a certain pleasure in the neatness of the newly dug, bare, brown earth."

-  Vita Sackville-West

"November's sky is chill and drear,

November's leaf is red and sear."

-   Sir Walter Scott

"The name 'November' is believed to derive from 'novem' which is the Latin for the number 'nine'. In the ancient 

Roman calendar November was the ninth month after March. As part of the seasonal calendar November is the 

time of the 'Snow Moon' according to Pagan beliefs and the period described as the 'Moon of the Falling Leaves' 

by Black Elk."

-   Mystical WWW

"Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn."

-   Elizabeth Lawrence

"I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colours are richer, and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and its content."

-  Lin Yutang

 "There is music in the meadows, in the air --

Autumn is here;

Skies are gray, but hearts are mellow,

Leaves are crimson, brown, and yellow;

Pines are soughing, birches stir,

And the Gipsy trail is fresh beneath the fir.

 

There is rhythm in the woods, and in the fields,

Nature yields:

And the harvest voices crying,

Blend with Autumn zephyrs sighing;

Tone and color, frost and fire,

Wings the nocturne Nature plays upon her lyre."

-   William Stanley Braithwaite, Lyric of Autumn

Even Honu enjoys the Fall

Aloha -- Cathi