描写赞美秋天的诗歌英文诗歌

That Tender Is That Autumn

By Angela Ren

Tr. Zhao Yanchun

frost dresses the maple with a bridal veil,

extra red,

like the fair complexion of the bride

描写赞美秋天的诗歌英文诗歌（篇2）

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.

描写赞美秋天的诗歌英文诗歌（篇3）

That's why

Fall is exciting

It's apples and cider

It's an airborne spider

It's pumpkins in bins

It's burrs on dog's chins

It's wind blowing leaves

It's chilly red knees

It's nuts on the ground

It's a crisp dry sound

It's green leaves turning

And the smell of them burning

It's clouds in the sky

It's fall. That's why...

I love fall!

描写赞美秋天的诗歌英文诗歌（篇4）

The wind

Come little leaves, said the wind one day

Come over the meadow with me and play

Put on your dresses of red and gold

For summer is gone and nights grow cold

Frolic

The leaves had a wonderful frolic

They danced to the wind's loud song

They whirled and they floated

They circled and flew along

The moon saw the little leaves dancing

Each looked like a small brown bird

The man in the moon smiled and listened

And this is the song he heard:

The north wind is calling and calling

And we must whirl round and round

And then, when our dancing is ended

We'll make a warm quilt for the ground

描写赞美秋天的诗歌英文诗歌（篇5）

If You Were Coming in the Fall

If you were coming in the Fall,

I’d brush the summer by

With half a smile, and half a spurn,

As Housewives do, a Fly.

If I could see you in a year,

I’d wind the months in balls—

And put them each in separate Drawers,

For fear the numbers fuse—

If only Centuries, delayed,

I’d count them on my hand,

Subtracting, till my fingers dropped

Into Van Dieman’s Land.

If certain, When this life was out—

That your’s and mine, should be

I’d toss it yonder, like a Rind,

And take Eternity—

But, now, uncertain of the length

Of this, that is between,

It goads me, like the Goblin Bee—

That will not state-it’s sting.