Master List - Autumn


Falling Leaves


Colored leaves are falling down,

Floating softly to the ground;

Orange, yellow, red, and brown,

Drifting down without a sound.

Rake some leaves into  mound,

The biggest pile that can be found.

Jump into it with a bound,

Scattering color all around!



The Leaves



The leaves had a wonderful frolic.

They danced to the wind's loud song.

They whirled, and they floated, and scampered.

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, is calling,

And we must whirl round and round,

And then, when our dancing is ended,

We'll make a warm quilt for the ground.


An Autumn Day

Carmen Lagos Signes


Pumpkins in the cornfields,

Gold among the brown,

Leaves of rust and scarlet

Trembling slowly down;

Birds that travel southward,

Lovely time to play;

Nothing is as pleasant

As an autumn day!




Leaf Blankets

Irene B. Crofoot


Leaves are falling, soft as snowflakes,

Red and yellow, gold and brown;

The breeze laughs gaily in the treetops,

Shaking all the color down.

Leaves are covering the gardens

As my blanket covers me.

When cold winter comes, the flowers

Will be warm as warm can be.




Charlotte L. Riser


When the trees their summer splendor

Change to raiment red and gold,

When the summer moon turns mellow,

And the nights are getting cold;

When the squirrels hide their acorns,

And the woodchucks disappear;

Then we know that it is autumn,

Loveliest season of the year.



In Autumn

Fannie Montgomery


They're coming down in showers,

The leaves all gold and red;

They're covering the little flowers,

And tucking them in bed.

They've spread a fairy carpet

All up and down the street;

And when we skip along to school,

They rustle 'neath our feet.


The Leaves Are Green

Old Rhyme

The leaves are green, the nuts are brown,

They hang so high they won't come down.

Leave them alone till frosty weather,

Then they will all come down together.













Autumn Leaves

By Eve Merriam








Autumn leaves tumble down,

Autumn leaves crumble down,

Autumn leaves bumble down,

Flaking and shaking,

Tumbledown leaves.



Rustle by

Hustle by

Crackle and crunch

In a snappety bunch.

Run and catch

Run and catch

Butterfly leaves

Sailboat leaves

Windstorm leaves.

Can you catch them?



Pile them up

In a stompy pile and









All join hands and circle round

While we watch the leaves fall down

See them twirling to the ground,

See them dancing all around.

See them skipping here and there,

See them flipping in the air.

Autumn leaves so peacefully

Falling, falling from the tree.



Autumn Leaves

Marilyn Helmer

Wind blows

and fills the skies

with gold and yellow



which flit to earth

with skips and hops

to dance and twirl

like spinning tops.


The last one dips

in a puddle to float

like a single scarlet

sailing boat.


Down, Down, Down

Down, down, down,

Yellow and brown,

The leaves are falling

On the ground.

Red leaves flutter,

Orange leaves fall,

Brown leaves gather

Along the wall.



Fall is Here

Helen H. Moore


Fall is here.


Another year

is coming to an end.


Summer's finished,

Summer's gone,

Winter's round the bend.


Fall is piles of crunchy leaves,

orange, gold, and red.


Fall is sweaters with long sleeves

and blankets on the bed.


Fall is football,

Fall is pumpkins,

Fall's where summer ends.



Fall is coming back to school,

and seeing all my friends.



Brierly Ashour


When the goldenrod is yellow,

And leaves are turning brown -

Reluctantly the summer goes

In a cloud of thistledown.

When squirrels are harvesting

And birds in flight appear -

By these autumn signs we know

September days are here.



The breezes taste
     Of apple peel.
The air is full
     Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
     Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
     Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
     Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
Like plates washed clean
     With suds, the days
Are polished with
     A morning haze.

John Updike



October Leaves

October leaves are lovely

They rustle when I run,

Sometimes I make a leap

And jump in them for fun.


Or sometimes toss a handful up

And watch them as they fly

They look like little airplanes

Sailing across the sky.



October is the month,

when the smallest breeze,

Gives us a shower

Of Autumn leaves.


Rake the Leaves

Here we come to

rake the leaves.

Rake the leaves,

rake the leaves.

Here we come to

rake the leaves,

And make a great

big pile.


Fall is



farmers harvesting

birds flying south

apples ripening

salmon spawning

pumpkins growing

school starting

coloured leaves

leaves falling

flowers dying

foggy weather

rainy weather

seeds blowing



frosty gardens

a colder ocean

grass stops growing

animals hibernating

chipmunks gathering nuts


The Leaves of the Trees

(sung to the tune of Wheels on the bus)

The leaves of the trees

turn orange and red

orange and red

orange and red.

The leaves of the trees

turn orange and red

All through the town.


The leaves of the trees

come tumbling down,

tumbling down,

tumbling down,

The leaves of the trees

come tumbling down

All through the town


next verse

The leaves of the trees

go swish, swish, swish,



No shade, no shine,

No butterflies, no bees,

No fruits, no flowers,

No leaves, no birds,




In November

Dark comes soon.

We turn on the lights

In the afternoon.



No sunshine, lots of rain,

You must remember

This is NOvemeber



Now the autumn days are gone

Frost is sparkling on the lawn,

Windows winking cheerful lights

Warm the cold November nights.


Over the housetops,

Over the trees,

Winging their way

In a stiff fall breeze.


A flock of birds

Is flying along

Southward, for winter,

Singing a song.


Singing a song

They all like to sing,

"We'll see you again

When it's spring, spring, spring."


Rain of Leaves

by Aileen Fisher


     It's raining big,

     It's raining small,

     It's raining autumn leaves

     In fall.

     It's raining gold

   And red and brown

     As autumn leaves

     Come raining down.

     It's raining everywhere

     I look.

     It's raining bookmarks

     On my book!


To Pumpkins at Pumpkin Time

by Grace Cornell Tall


Back into your garden-beds!

     Here come the holidays!

     And woe to the golden pumpkin-heads

     Attracting too much praise.

     Hide behind the hoe, the plow,

     Cling fast to the vine!

     Those who come to praise you now

     Will soon sit down to dine.

     Keep your lovely heads, my dears,

     If you know what I meanS

   Unless you want to be in pie,

     Stay hidden or stay green!!


     Pumpkin poem


   One day I found two pumpkin seeds.

   I planted one and pulled the weeds.

It sprouted roots and a big, long vine.

     A pumpkin grew; I called it mine.

     The pumpkin was quite round and fat.

   (I really am quite proud of that.)

   But there is something I'll admit

    That has me worried just a bit.

     I ate the other seed, you see.

     Now will it grow inside of me?

     (I'm so relieved since I have found

     That pumpkins only grow in the ground!)




     When you see me in the fields,

     My orange glowing in the sun,

     It's time to say goodbye to summer

     and hello to autumn fun!!


Pumpkin song

(tune: I'm a little teapot)


     I'm a little pumpkin.

   Orange and round.

     Here is my stem,

    There is the ground.

When I get all cut up,

     Don't you shout!

     Just open me up

     And scoop me out!



(tune: Mary had a little lamb)


  We are pumpkins, big and round,

     Big and round, big and round.

     We are pumpkins, big and round,

     Seated on the ground.


    We are string beans green and fine.....growing on a vine.

We are onions round and white....we make soup taste right.

  We are carrots, orange and us sing the song.

     We are cabbage green or red....see our funny head.

     We are corn stalks tall and straight...don't we just taste great!


Mr. Pumpkin

(tune: Where is thumbkin)


     Mr. Pumpkin,

     Mr. Pumpkin,

     Round and fat.

     Round and fat.

     Harvesttime is coming.

     Harvesttime is coming.   

Yum, yum, yum.

     That is that!


     Pumpkin, Pumpkin


     Pumpkin, Pumpkin,

     Sitting on the wall.

     Pumpkin, Pumpkin,

     Tip and fall.

     pumpkin, Pumpkin,

     Rolling down the street.


Pumpkin, Pumpkin,

     Good to eat!!


     Harvest Poem


     When all the cows were sleeping

And the sun had gone to bed,

    Up jumped the pumpkin,

     And this is what he said:

I'm a dingle dangle pumpkin

     With a flippy floppy hat.

    I can shake my stem like this,

     And shake my vine like that.

     When all the hens were roosting

     And the moon behind a cloud,

    Up jumped the pumpkin

     And shouted very loud:


     I'm a dingle dangle pumpkin........


   Pumpkin Song

(tune: Have you ever seen a lassie?)


     Have you ever seen a pumpkin, a pumpkin, a pumpkin,

     Have you ever seen a pumpkin, that grows on a vine?    

A round one, a tall one, a bumpy one, a squashed one.

   Have you ever seen a pumpkin, that grows on a vine?

     (You can add your own adjectives to describe it)

October Leaves

October leaves are lovely

They rustle when I run

Sometimes I make a heap

And jump in them for fun


Autumn leaves float quietly down

And form a carpet on the ground.

But when those leaves are stepped upon,

Listen for the crackling sound.



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 sandpile's all gone;


Everything is put away

Before it starts to snow ---

I wonder if the ladybugs

Have any place to go.

Aileen Fisher


The Last Leaf

A few leaves stay for a while on the trees

After their color begins to turn,

And no other leaves seem as gold as these

No even the ones our bonfires burn

With golden flames in piles on the ground.

A few leaves stay so long the I found

The one last leaf on a tree in the snow,

And when a galloping wind came round

The edge of our house and started to blow

Snow dust to sparkles floating free.


When the wind ran away, almost with me,

And sunshine settled quiet and cold.

There, like a bird, still on the tree

Was that lonesome leaf, no longer gold

But curly and brown an dry and old.

Harry Behn


The Leaves are Falling

Down, down, down, down,

The leaves are falling down

In their lovely dresses

Of red and brown.


Down, down, down, down,

While the flowers sleep.

Careful as you run along.

Don't make a peep.


The Scarecrow

The scarecrow stands

With hanging hands,

Beside the farmer's stile.

He scares the jay and crow away.

With just a painted smile.


A Leaf

If I were a leaf

(but I wouldn't be)

I'd have to be tied

to a tree, tree, tree.


I couldn't walk off

(or skip or run)

and my nose would get burned

by the sun, sun, sun.


In summer I'd roast,

(in winter I'd freeze)

and all through October

I'd sneeze, sneeze, sneeze.

     Harvest Time

(tune: twinkle, twinkle)


     Harvest time is here again

     In the garden we must dig 

   Carrots, radishes, onions too

    All so fresh and yummy too.

     Harvest time is here again

     Won't be long till you know when!! (thanksgiving)