The clouds in autumn are like a magic master. One moment they turn into a pair of lovers embracing each other, another moment they turn into a group of small animals singing and dancing happily, and sometimes they turn into small fishes.
I have carefully collected English poems about autumn for everyone to enjoy and learn!
English poems about autumn 1
A Fall Song
by Ellen Robena Field
Golden and red trees
Nod to the soft breeze,
As it whispers, "Winter is near;"
And the brown nuts fall
At the wind's loud call,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Good-by, sweet flowers!
Through bright Summer hours
You have filled our hearts with cheer
We shall miss you so,
And yet you must go,
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For this is the Fall of the year.
Now the days grow cold,
As the year grows old,
And the meadows are brown and sere;
Brave robin redbreast
Has gone from his nest,
For this is the Fall of the year.
I do softly pray
At the close of day,
That the little children, so dear,
May as purely grow
As the fleecy snow
That follows the Fall of the year. A short English poem about autumn 2
The Death of Autumn
The Death of Autumn
by Zheng Zhengxi
Autumn has passed away
Autumn is dead
'cause the cure is of no avail
The treatment is ineffective
yet her age is unknown
The age is unknown
golden wreaths fill the fields
Golden wreaths cover the fields
An autumn insect pays its respect
To her remains with its last shrill
An autumn insect pays its respects with its last shrill The village falls in silence
The village falls in silence
The dog-barks fall in silence too
The dog barks in silence
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The fallen leaves run spreading the news
The fallen leaves run spreading the news
The scarecrows are so heart-broken
The sad scarecrow tears the heart Schizophrenia
The ant colony is discussing
The ant colony that carried away the last autumn grain
about how to inherit her heritage
In consultation
After carrying away the last autumn grain
How the inheritance is inherited English short poem about autumn 3
THINKING OF MY BROTHERS ON A MOONLIT NIGHT
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Du Fu
War drums break people?s journey drear;
A swan honks on autumn frontier.
Dew turns into frost since tonight ;
The moon viewed at home is more bright.
I?ve brothers scattered here and there;
For our life or death none would care. < /p>
Letters can?t reach where I intend;
Alas! The war?s not come to an end.
Recalling my brother-in-law on a moonlit night
< p> The garrison drum breaks the pedestrian line, and there is a sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn.The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
Any brothers are scattered, and they have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.