Reading English Poetry in Autumn

The autumn wind blew the fragrance of fruits and vegetables on the earth. You see, the blowing made Sister Apple blush, Grandpa Eggplant bent down, and the orange blushed? Anyone who sees these fresh fruits can't help wanting a bite. I have compiled English poems about autumn, welcome to read!

Autumn, an English poem about autumn.

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Thomas Ernest Hulme

Thomas? Ernest? Hume

A chill in the autumn night

A wisp of cold air floated out of the door in autumn night,

I went outside and saw the red moon leaning on the hedge, like a red-faced farmer.

I saw a red moon leaning on the hedge, like a red-faced farmer.

I didn't stop to talk, but nodded, surrounded by eager stars.

I didn't stop to talk, just nodded, surrounded by thoughtful stars.

With a white face like a city child.

White face, like a city child.

English Poetry about Autumn ii An Autumn Song

Allen Robena Field

Golden and red trees

Nod to the breeze,

When it whispered, "winter is near;

Brown nuts fell down.

Under the loud call of the wind,

Because this is the autumn of the year.

Goodbye, sweet flower!

Through the bright summer days

You filled our hearts with joy.

We will miss you very much,

However, you must go,

Because this is the autumn of the year.

It's getting cold now,

With the increase of age,

The grass is brown and dry;

Brave robin

Left his lair,

Because this is the autumn of the year.

I prayed softly.

At the end of the day,

Lovely children,

May be pure growth

Wooly snow

It was after the autumn of a year.

Autumn fire, an English poem about autumn.

Robert Louis Stevenson

In other gardens

In the whole valley,

From the bonfire in autumn

See the smoke trail!

The happy summer is over.

All the summer flowers,

The red flame blazed,

A gray smoke tower.

Sing a song of the season!

In short, it is bright!

Summer flowers,

Autumn fire!

English poetry about autumn

Thomas Ernest Hume

A hint of coolness in autumn night-

It feels cool in autumn night.

I walked abroad,

In the stepped court,

See the red moon leaning on the hedge.

But I saw the faint moon leaning against the fence,

Like a red-faced farmer.

What a red-faced farmer looks like!

I didn't stop to talk, just nodded;

Keep nodding,

Surrounded by eager stars

On Sunday, all the stars are meditating.

With a white face like a city child.

Like a white-faced city kid.