Three short English poems about autumn

#EnglishResource# Introduction In autumn, the flowers on both sides of the river bank and the leaves on the trees have withered. There are many fruits on the tree, including red apples, yellow pears, and fiery red persimmons. Under the baptism of autumn rain, the fruits become particularly attractive. The following is a short English poem about autumn compiled by you. Welcome to read!

A short English poem about autumn

That Tender Is That Autumn

　Tr. Zhao Yanchun

　frost dresses the maple with a bridal veil,

　extra red,

　like the fair complexion of the bride

The most tenderness of autumn

Ren Yuling

The frost puts a wedding dress on the maple leaves

That farewell Such red, just like

The beauty of the bride...

Part 2 English poems about autumn

If You Were Coming in the Fall

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If you were coming in the Fall,

I'd brush the summer by

With half a smile , and half a spurn,

As Housewives do, a Fly.

If I could see you in a year,

I'd wind the months in balls—

And put them each in separate Drawers,

For fear the numbers fuse—

If only Centuries, delayed,

I'd count them on my hand,

Subtracting, till my fingers dropped

Into Van Dieman's Land.

If certain, When this life was out—

That your's and mine, should be

I'd toss it yonder, like a Rind,

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And take Eternity—

But, now, uncertain of the length

Of this, that is between,

It goes me, like the Goblin Bee—

That will not state-it's sting.

If you come in autumn,

I will breeze past summer

Half-smiling, half-abandoned,

Like a housewife catching flies.

If I could hope for you during the year,

I would wrap the months into balls of yarn -

Separate them and put them separately Into the drawer,

Lest these numbers fuse and no longer separate -

If it only extends to a few centuries,

I would count on my fingers for days,

Decrease day by day until all the fingers fall into the land of Tasmania Island

If it is certain, when this life is over -

It should belong to you and me,

I am willing to throw it, like a nut shell, into the distance,

Go to the next life to win you -

But now, the date is far away,

Waiting indefinitely, separated by the sky,

Like a demon bee, It hurts me so much -

I can't express it - like a thorn or a burn.

Part 3 English Poems about Autumn

If You Were Coming in the Fall

If you come in the autumn

If you were coming in the Fall,

I'd brush the summer by

With half a smile, and half a spurn,

As Housewives do, a Fly .

If I could see you in a year,

I'd wind the months in balls—

And put them each in separate Drawers,

For fear the numbers fuse—

If only Centuries, delayed,

I'd count them on my hand,

Subtracting, till my fingers dropped

Into Van Dieman's Land.

If certain, When this life was out—

That your's and mine, should be

I'd toss it yonder, like a Rind,

p>

And take Eternity—

But, now, uncertain of the length

Of this, that is between,

It goes me, like the Goblin Bee—

That will not state-it's sting.

If you come in autumn,

I will breeze past summer

Half-smiling, half-abandoned,

Like a housewife catching flies.

If I could hope for you during the year,

I would wrap the months into balls of yarn -

Separate them and put them separately. Into the drawer,

lest the numbers fuse and no longer separate -

If it only extends to a few centuries,

I would count them on my fingers for days,

Decrease day by day until all the fingers fall into the land of Tasmania Island

If it is certain, when this life is over -

It should belong to you and me,

I am willing to throw it, like a nut shell, into the distance,

Go to the next life to win you -

But now, the date is far away,

Waiting indefinitely, separated by the sky,

Like a demon bee, It hurts me so much -

I can't express it - like a thorn or a burn.