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Autumn

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As the Autumn leaves are falling
I hear the wind your name it’s calling.

As the dark nights draw in further
I hear the wind, it’s voice a murmur.

As the conkers fall off the trees
I hear it whistle, an Autumn breeze.

As the flying birds migrate
Quickly before it’s too late.

 

– Jane Tomlin

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Autumn Leaves

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I am an autumn leaf
Soaring through the air
I am free as a bird
Without a worry or a care

Then suddenly one day
Without a warning in sight
I am forced to the ground
Like lightning to a kite

Suddenly I’m broken
Lying in pieces on the ground
I’m ripped and torn to shreds
And there’s no one around

I lie there for hours
Hoping someone will appear
But when they do
They confirm my fear

Instead of picking me up,
And taking me somewhere sound
They kick me into the gutter
And leave me to rot on the ground

I am an autumn leaf
Left to rot and die
Forgotten by the world
As I wonder, why?

 

– Allyson Gordon

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The Fall

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There was a man who found two leaves and came
indoors holding them out saying to his parents
that he was a tree.

To which they said then go into the yard and do
not grow in the living room as your roots may
ruin the carpet.

He said I was fooling I am not a tree and he
dropped his leaves.

But his parents said look it is fall.

 

– Russell Edson

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The Falling Of The Leaves

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Autumn is over the long leaves that love us,
And over the mice in the barley sheaves;
Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,
And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.
The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
Let us patt, ere the season of passion forget us,
With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.

 

– William Butler Yeats

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A Fallen Leaf

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A trusting little leaf of green,
A bold audacious frost;
A rendezvous, a kiss or two,
And youth for ever lost.
Ah, me!
The bitter, bitter cost.

A flaunting patch of vivid red,
That quivers in the sun;
A windy gust, a grave of dust,
The little race is run.
Ah, me!
Were that the only one.

 

– Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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