15 poems about autumn to celebrate the foliage season
Autumn has always been one of the most popular seasons for its mixture of sweetness and nostalgia that make it a poetic and fascinating moment, as well as an ideal time to start from yourself, your needs and desires to find balance and inner peace .
Indeed, it is autumn that inspires many of the most famous poems of writers and thinkers of the past, of which we wanted to show you the most beautiful and intense verses and phrases to greet the season of falling leaves with the right atmosphere. major Italian poets to the pearls of a true master of nineteenth-century lyricism, Emily Dickinson who uses images full of sweetness and sensitivity, which have conquered our hearts.
Here are the most beautiful poems about autumn and nursery rhymes for children to celebrate this season full of poetry and charm.
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It is already pale autumn, Vincenzo Cardarelli
How the color varies
of the seasons,
so do the moods and thoughts of men.
Everything in the world is changing time.
And behold, he is already pale,
sepulchral autumn,
when it ruled yesterday
the luxuriant almost eternal summer.
Autumn morning, Federico García Lorca
What a childish sweetness
in the quiet morning!
There is the sun among the yellow leaves
and the spiders stretch among the branches
their silk streets.
Summer is over, Emily Dickinson
Mornings are milder
and the nuts become darker
and the berries have a rounder face.
The rose is no longer in the city.
Maple wears a gayer scarf.
The countryside a scarlet skirt,
And I too, in order not to be antiquated,
I will wear a jewel.
On this autumn night, Nazim Hikmet
On this autumn night
I'm full of your words
words as eternal as time
like matter
words as heavy as the hand
sparkling like the stars.
From your head from your flesh
from your heart
your words have reached me
your words charged with you
your words, mother
your words, love
your words, friend.
They were sad, bitter
they were cheerful, full of hope
they were brave, heroic
your words
they were men.
Yellow leaves, Trilussa
But where are you going,
poor yellow leaves,
like so many butterflies
carefree?
Come from afar
or up close?
From a wood
or from a garden?
And don't feel melancholy
of the wind itself
who takes you away?
The first rain, Marino Moretti
The drops of the first rain fall
that still timid beats on the pavement,
while September happily flaunts
the ardor of its scarlet berries.
And the chattering leaves
they talk about the coming autumn
and that under the fine rain
adorned with vine leaves and agile berries.
Autumn rain, Ada Negri
I would like, autumn rain, to be a leaf
that soaks you right down to the fibers
that join it to the branch, and the branch to the trunk,
and the trunk on the ground; and you inside the veins
you pass, and you spread, and you quench your thirst.
I know that winter is announcing: that soon
that leaf will fall, made color
rust, and the mud will mix,
but the roots will nourish the trunk
to rise from the branches in spring.
I would like, autumn rain, to be a leaf,
abandon me to your roar, sure
that I will not die, that I will not die, that alone
I will change my face as long as the earth has it
its seasons, and a tree will have branches.
Autumn, Roberto Piumini
When the earth
begins to sleep
under a blanket
of light leaves,
when the birds
they don't sing anything.
When of umbrellas
people flourish,
when you hear
cough someone,
when a child
becomes a pupil.
Here is autumn!
Autumn violins, Paul Verlaine
Long sobs
from violins
of autumn
they bite the heart
with monotone
languor.
Here is panting
and dull, when
the hour strikes,
I remember
the ancient days
and I cry;
and I'm leaving
in the ungrateful wind
that brings me
here and there
how does the
dead leaf.
Seeing the leaves fall, Nazim Hikmet
Seeing the leaves fall tears me inside,
especially the leaves of the avenues.
Especially if they are horse chestnuts,
especially if children pass by,
especially if the sky is clear,
especially if I had, that day,
a good news,
especially if the heart, that day,
it doesn't hurt me,
especially if I believe, that day,
that the one I love loves me,
especially if that day
I feel okay
with men and with myself.
Seeing the leaves fall tears me apart,
especially the leaves of the avenues,
of the horse chestnut avenues.
All Autumn, John Keats
Season of mist and soft abundance,
you, intimate friend of the sun at its peak,
who conspire with him to make heavy and blessed with grapes
the vines hanging from the straw eaves of the roofs,
You who make the mossy trees of the cottage fold under the apples,
and fill every fruit with ripeness to the core;
you who puff up the pumpkin and round with a sweet seed
the hazelnut shells and let them bloom again
late flowers for the bees, deluding them
that the days of heat will never end
because summer filled their viscous cells:
who have you never seen, immersed in your wealth?
Sometimes those who look for you can find you,
sitting without thoughts on the farmyard
with her hair lifted by the sifting of the wind,
or sunk in sleep in a groove only partially harvested,
stunned by the fumes of poppies, while your sickle
spare the nearby bundle with its intertwined flowers.
Sometimes, like a gleaner, hold still
the head under a heavy burden crossing a stream,
or, near a cider press, with a patient gaze,
watch the dripping of the last drops for hours.
And the songs of spring? Where am I?
Don't think about it, you have music.
Streaked clouds bloom on the day that softly dies,
and touch the stubble plains with rosy hue:
then the gnats in a plaintive chorus, raised up high
by the light wind, or dropped down,
they weep among the willows of the river,
and adult lambs bleat loudly from the bulwark of the hills,
grasshoppers sing, and with sweet high notes
the robin whistles from the enclosure of his garden:
swallows gather, trilling in the skies.
San Martino, Giosuè Carducci
The mist on the steep hills
Drizzling salt,
And under the mistral
The sea screams and whitens;
But through the streets of the village
From the ribollir de "tini
The sour smell of the wines goes
The souls to rejoice.
Turn on "lit logs
The spit crackling:
The hunter is whistling
Up the door to gaze
Among the reddish clouds
Flocks of black birds,
Com "you exile thoughts,
In the vespero migrar.
Nursery rhymes for children: the most beautiful poems for the little ones
Autumn is a season full of charm for children as well. At school we often celebrate the arrival of this period full of poetry, with sweet and fun nursery rhymes to be memorized and recited all together.
These verses tell bittersweet images and wonderful natural sceneries, including carpets of fallen leaves from trees, vegetation with warm earthy colors and red, yellow and orange maple trees.
The arrival of the autumn, Marzia Cabano
Autumn knocked,
what did it bring?
A basket of apples,
a spoonful of honey,
ripe pears,
the slightly hard walnuts,
bunches of gold,
crows in the choir,
the scent of mushrooms,
somewhat long afternoons,
the thick dense fog,
a silent schoolgirl,
the round and yellow pumpkin,
a tired butterfly,
a carpet of crumpled leaves,
the long streets, gray and wet,
many notebooks to fill,
many chestnuts to toast.
Hello autumn, you have arrived,
how many things have you brought us!
The chestnut, Lina Schwarz
Under the chestnut tree, during the summer,
it was a celebration of children and joy.
What sweet shadows he gave to the noises
of the garrulous and lively company!
Now lonely, in the great veiled sky,
in the squalor desert of the countryside
that bare desolate trunk rises.
And the children? … The children eat chestnuts.
One, two, three…, Marzia Cabano
ONE is the mushroom that I find
There are TWO mushrooms that uncle finds,
THREE mushrooms would serve me
FOUR I will find them with you
FIVE would be fine for dinner,
- I understand, a full basket! -
SIX my grandfather would like them too
who is tired of eating tuna,
SEVEN I look for them for my dad
EIGHT under the leaves, there!
NINE? One just popped up!
TEN Mamma mia! I'm lucky!
With ten mushrooms I satisfy everyone.
Long live the forest, let us bless its "fruits".
