Sonbahar İle İlgili İngilizce Şiirler, İngilizce Autumn Fall Şiirleri


Sonbahar mevsimi, autumn, fall ile ilgili ingilizce şiir örnekleri. Sonbahar mevsimi, autumn hakkında ingilizce şiirler.

Sonbahar İle İlgili İngilizce Şiirler

Sonbahar İle İlgili İngilizce Şiirler

Autumn Time

The wind is playing autumn games
Through the gardens and the lanes.
Picking up, swirling round
Leaves of orange, red and brown.

Gusting through each swaying tree
Tossing apples till they are free
Shaking conkers till they drop
And open wide with prickly pop

The wind is dancing full of fun,
Laughing in the autumn sun
It tumbles acorns, fir cones, leaves,
To make a carpet under trees


I like the woods
In autumn
When dry leaves hide the ground,
When the trees are bare
And the wind sweeps by
With a lonesome rushing sound.
I can rustle the leaves
In autumn
And I can make a bed
In the thick dry leaves
That have fallen
From the bare trees


Fall Leaves

One is orange
Two are brown
Three look yellow
On the ground

Three are green
Two bright red
One just fell
Upon my head

Autumn is the time of year

Autumn is the time of year
when changes start to happen here.
The days grow short. It’s cold outside.
The birds fly south. The squirrels hide.

The leaves fall off of all the trees.
The garden pond begins to freeze.
Another summer’s left behind.
It’s winter soon, but I don’t mind.
For autumn is the time when I
begin to dream of pumpkin pie.


The last of October
We lock the garden gate.
“The flowers alive all withered
That used to stand straight.

The last of October
We put the swings away
And the porch looks deserted
Where we like to play.


The last of October
The birds have all flown,
The screens are in the attic,
The sand pile’s all gone;

Everything is put away
Before it starts to snow—
I wonder if the ladybugs
Have any place to go.


How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.

At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.

A Fall Song

by Ellen Robena Field

Golden and red trees
Nod to the soft breeze,
As it whispers, “Winter is near;”
And the brown nuts fall
At the wind’s loud call,
For this is the Fall of the year.

Good-by, sweet flowers!
Through bright Summer hours
You have filled our hearts with cheer
We shall miss you so,
And yet you must go,
For this is the Fall of the year.

Now the days grow cold,
As the year grows old,
And the meadows are brown and sere;
Brave robin redbreast
Has gone from his nest,
For this is the Fall of the year.

I do softly pray
At the close of day,
That the little children, so dear,
May as purely grow
As the fleecy snow
That follows the Fall of the year.

Leaves are Falling

Leaves are falling,
Leaves are falling,
One fell on my nose!

Leaves are falling,
Leaves are falling,
One fell on my toes!


Leaves are falling,
Leaves are falling,
One fell on my head!

Leaves are falling,
leaves are falling,
Yellow, orange and red!

An Autumn Greeting

“Come,” said the Wind to the Leaves one day.
“Come over the meadow and we will play.
Put on your dresses of red and gold.
For summer is gone and the days grow cold.”

Dancing and leaping, The leaves went along
Untill winter called them, To end their sweet song
Soon, fast asleep, In their earthy beds
The snow lay a cover, Over their heads

Summer’s End

By Judith Viorst

One by one the petals drop
There’s nothing that can make them stop.
You cannot beg a rose to stay.
Why does it have to be that way?

The butterflies I used to chase
Have gone off to some other place.
I don’t know where. I only know
I wish they didn’t have to go.

And all the shiny afternoons
So full of birds and big balloons
And ice cream melting in the sun Are done.
I do not want them done


As summer draws its final breath
to prepare its cutain call
the monarchs begin their epic tree
to usher in the fall

The northern wind breaths out its chill
as songs begin to hush
and paints the trees upon the hill
with its artist’s brush

From green to red, orange and brown
the trees discard their masks
and lay them gently upon the ground
for us to begin our tasks


Autumn makes way for winter’s reign
we bid farewell old friend
till summer’s warmth begins to wane
and fall returns again

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