I am currently reading a collection of poetry for the seasons. I’m trying to decide whether I will forge ahead and read the entire book now, or time my reading with the changing seasons.
Here are a few favorites for the autumn season:
Unharvested by Robert Frost
Last Week in October by Thomas Hardy
November, Impression by William Dean Howells
November Night by Adelaide Crapsey
End of October by Marie Ponsot
Do you have any favorite poems for autumn?