13 Beautiful Autumn Love Poems To Fall In Love With.

This post was updated August 23rd 2024.

There’s a reason Autumn is called the beautiful season.

These Autumn love poems celebrate everything we love about fall. The bittersweet mixture of golden leaves, toasty afternoons by the fire and the reminder of the passing of time and the cycle of life.

This time of the year is the perfect time to stop, be present, and be grateful for the beautiful world we live in and the people we love in our lives.

After a busy and pleasant summer, remember to slow down in the Autumn season. It’s hot chocolate and sweater weather now. Enjoy it.

As a mother of younger children, fall gives us multiple opportunities to celebrate the season (apple picking, dead leaves to investigate, cinnamon treats to bake, September tomatoes, harvest moon). What’s more magical than being showered by fall leaves after a gust of wind?

In our house, we enjoy poetry teatime once a week (a homeschool ritual) and Autumn is abundant with famous poems and delicious teatime treats to enjoy.

This collection of poetry is a mixture of classical fall poems, modern poems found on Instagram, short Autumn love poems and even an Autumn poem from myself.

Best served with a pumpkin spice latte and a cinnamon roll, lounging in front of the fire.

If that doesn’t make you fall in love with Autumn, I don’t know what will.

13 Autumn Love Poems.

Fall, leaves, fall, by Emily Bronte

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

Winds Of Autumn, by Saigyo

Even in a person
most times indifferent
to things around him
they waken feelings
the first winds of autumn

Let Us Fall In Love Again, by Rumi

Let us fall in love again
and scatter gold dust all over the world. 
Let us become a new spring
And feel the breeze drift in the heavens’ scent
Let us dress the earth in green, 
And like the sap of a young tree
let the grace from within sustain us. 
Let us carve gems out of our stony hearts
And let them light our path to Love. 
The glance of Love is crystal clear
And we are blessed by its light. 

(This could be an Autumn or Spring poem, I just love it)

To Autumn, 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. 

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? 
   Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find 
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, 
   Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; 
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep, 
   Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook 
      Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: 
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep 
   Steady thy laden head across a brook; 
   Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, 
      Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. 

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they? 
   Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,— 
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, 
   And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; 
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn 
   Among the river sallows, borne aloft 
      Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; 
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; 
   Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft 
   The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; 
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

(If you ever want to set yourself a memory challenge, this poem has to be it!)

Autumn, by William Morris

Laden Autumn here I stand

Worn of heart, and weak of hand:

Nought but rest seems good to me,

Speak the word that sets me free.

Autumn Fires, by Robert Louis Stevenson

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!

Autumn Poem, by Carolyn M. Riker

It’s those late afternoons when the shadows of trees shape themselves with a crisp autumn breeze.

Daydreams ask my eyes to wander outside my window. Down the winding path pushing aside the busy letting the papers fall as if they were leaves spotting the carpet now turned to earth.

And my legs and feet tunnel down, down, down into the very ground. Where I become the soul with the earth as if I were a tree.

Reprinted with permission. Copyright Carolyn M. Riker

Autumn, by Alexander Posey

In the dreamy silence
Of the afternoon, a
Cloth of gold is woven
Over wood and prairie;
And the jaybird, newly
Fallen from the heaven,
Scatters cordial greetings,
And the air is filled with
Scarlet leaves, that, dropping,
Rise again, as ever,
With a useless sigh for
Rest—and it is Autumn.

Sonnet 73, by William Shakespeare

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou see’st the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west,

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.

In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

As the death-bed whereon it must expire,

Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d by.

This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,

To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Nothing Gold Can Stay, by Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

Autumn, by Emily Dickinson

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 Heat Of Autumn, by Jane Hirshfield

The heat of autumn

is different from the heat of summer.

One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider.

Excerpt from the full poem by Jane Hirshfield

Autumn Moments, by Amanda Newbery

There can be nothing more urgent than stopping for a moment,

to watch the sunset in an Autumn sky.

An Autumn forest is pure magic, why ever would you pass one by?

So why don’t you stop?

It’s only a moment, gone in 60 seconds.

Is there anything more comforting than a steaming drink and warm cinnamon roll on a chilly Autumn afternoon?

If there is, it’s never shown up in my house, I can’t imagine it will be here soon.

So why don’t you stop?

It’s only a moment, gone in 60 seconds.

Autumn is calling you to stop, only for a moment.

Then she’s gone to make way for the sparkling and frosty winter dance.

So why don’t you stop?

A Newbery

Autumn, by Rainer Maria Rilke

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.”

And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.

We’re all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It’s in them all.

And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.

This poem is in the public domain

What are the best Autumn love poems for you?

Let me know in the comments below, what poem you like on a chilly October morning?

Do you love the onset of fall or do you struggle to say goodbye to the garden’s last red rose?

If this is the first time you have thought about Autumn poetry, enjoy these beautiful words in this beautiful season.

I like to think of a moment spent reading poetry as an act of self-love and there’s no better time to wrap yourself in love.

I have a little challenge for you this week. Do you think of yourself as a poet or does that idea make your laugh out loud? Grab your journal, make a cuppa and get comfy and just write a poem or Autumn song, for someone you love or for yourself. . It doesn’t need to rhyme or make sense to anyone else other than you. Writing poetry is beautiful, creative hobby that you might just love.

How to write an Autumn poem.

If you can’t think of a way to start your own Autumn poems try this game I play with my children. Best done at the kitchen table with a mug of hot chocolate. 

Pick a word or phrase from the list below and just write a sentence with that word in it.

Autumn wind

Pensive light

Woodland path

Fine rain

Cinnamon swirls

Noisy wild geese

Leaves change

Pumpkin pie

Little pumpkins

Cold nights

Now pick another word or phrase and write another line.

There, you have a short poem you can build on. Poetry doesn’t need to be perfect, it does not have to rhyme either. Just enjoy this creative fun as a way to give your brain a rest. 

Grab your journal, make a cuppa and get comfy and just write a poem or Autumn song, for someone you love or for yourself. . It doesn’t need to rhyme or make sense to anyone else other than you.

Writing poetry is beautiful, creative hobby that you might just love.

Say goodbye to the last summer month and welcome in this new season with love poetry to warm your heart. 

Amanda x

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