Archives for category: autumn

by Matsuo Basho

The winds of fall
are blowing, yet how green
the chestnut burr. 

PHOTO: Chestnut burr

yupa watchanakit
by Matsuo Basho

banana plant in autumn storm
rain drips into tub
hearing the night

Photo by Yupa Watchanakit

by Jack Kerouac

The tree moving 
in the moonlight
Wise to me

PHOTO: “Autumn tree at night” by Micspics444, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

by Jack Kerouac

Racing westward through
the clouds in the howling
wind, the moon

PHOTO: “Autumn Full Moon” by DJ Villanueva, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

by Jack Kerouac

Leaves falling everywhere
in the November
Midnight moonshine

PHOTO: “Autumn leaves in the moonlight” by Ray Christie, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Poem by Howard Nemerov

People are putting up storm windows now, 
Or were, this morning, until the heavy rain 
Drove them indoors. So, coming home at noon, 
I saw storm windows lying on the ground, 
Frame-full of rain; through the water and glass 
I saw the crushed grass, how it seemed to stream 
Away in lines like seaweed on the tide 
Or blades of wheat leaning under the wind. 
The ripple and splash of rain on the blurred glass 
Seemed that it briefly said, as I walked by, 
Something that I should have liked to say to you, 
Something . . .the dry grass bent under the pane 
Brimful of bouncing water . . . something of 
A swaying clarity which blindly echoes 
This lonely afternoon of memories 
And missed desires, while the wintry rain 
Unspeakable the distance in the mind!) 
Runs on the standing windows and away. 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Howard Nemerov (1920-1991) served twice as Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress — from 1963 to 1964 and again from 1988 to 1990. For The Collected Poems of Howard Nemerov (1977), he won the National Book Award for Poetry, Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, and Bollingen Prize. Nemerov was brother to photographer Diane Arbus and father to art historian Alexander Nemerov, Professor of the History of Art and American Studies at Stanford University. (Read more at

Poem by Elizabeth Coatsworth

November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.

With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.

The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.

PAINTING: “November Landscape” by Charles Eaton (185701937)


In November, the earth is growing quiet. It is making

its bed, a winter bed for flowers and small creatures.

The bed is white and silent, and much life can hide

beneath its blankets.

…Excerpt from In November, a children’s picture book by Cynthia Rylantand Jill Kastner

This charming book — filled with beautiful illustrations — would make a wonderful Thanksgiving gift for a 4-6-year-old. Find it at

by C. Muckley

Orange moon rising
Casts black-cat shadows along
the dimly lit path

PHOTO: “Pumpkin Moon, Tennessee River (Decatur, Alabama)” by Gary Cosby, Jr., ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.


October 31, 2013 marks the 218th anniversary of the birth of British poet John Keats. Let’s celebrate the occasion with his paean to the fall season.

TO AUTUMN (Excerpt)
by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
      For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells…

…Read “To Autumn” in its entirety at

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: John Keats (1795–1821) was an English poet, one of the main figures of the second generation of Romantic poets along with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley. His reputation grew after his death from tuberculosis at age 25, and by the end of the 19th century he was one of the most beloved of all English poets. He had a significant influence on a diverse range of poets and writers, including Jorge Luis Borges, who stated that his first encounter with Keats was the most significant literary experience of his life. (Read more at