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Milpitas Library

160 North Main Street
Milpitas, CA 95035


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Thursday10am - 6pm
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Autumn Leaves of Poetry

 

Ahhhh, Autumn. . .

Ahhhh, Autumn is really, finally here in the SF Bay Area, where Autumn's leaves always wait to turn color in November -- all sweet, swift sparks of gold, orange, yellow, and red, mixed with California's ever-present greenery...

Perfect time for a "Vintage Autumn" interlude for the young, as well as young at heart:

 

The Leaves are Green -- An Old Rhyme
autumn leaves

The leaves are green,
the nuts are brown,
They hang so high they won't come down.
Leave them alone till frosty weather,
Then they will all come down together.

 

 

Autumn -- by Emily Dickinson
autumn squirrel

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.

The Bill Martin Jr. Big Book of Poetry
The Bill Martin Jr. Big Book of Poetry



AFTER -- by Prince Redcloud
Autumn vintage village
Leaves
                     f
                        a
                           l
                        l
leaf after leaf after leaf after
leaf after leaf after leaf after
leaf after leaf after leaf after
leaf after leaf after leaf ...

in
quiet

disbelief.

Sharing the Seasons

Sharing the Seasons

 

 

Who Has Seen the Wind -- by Christina Rossetti
Wind by gyo fujikawa

Who has seen the wind?
        Neither I nor you;
But when the leaves hang trembling,
        The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
         Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
         The wind is passing by.

A Child's Book of Poems
A Child's Book of Poems

 

 

Autumn Fires -- by Robert Louis Stevenson
Autumn fires

In the other gardens
     And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
     See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over
     And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
     The grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
     Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
     Fires in the fall!

Julie Andrews' Treasury for All Seasons
Julie Andrews' Treasury for All Seasons

 

--Laurenjoan

 

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