Penny's Poetry Blog

Where Once Poe Walked Eternal brood the shadows on this ground, Dreaming of centuries that have gone before; Great elms rise solemnly b...

Autumn Communion This autumn afternoon My fancy need invent No untried sacrament. Man can still commune With Beauty as of old: ...

Autumn Dream I know where the oaks and maples Are setting the hills ablaze, And the elms and the amber beeches Are gilding the woodlan...

Autumn Autumn grows old: he, like some simple one, In Summer's castaway is strangely clad; Such withered things the winds in frolic...

Autumn Tho' the seasons must alter, ah! yet let me find What all must confess to be rare, A female still cheerful, and faithful and...

The west is purple, and a golden globe, Sphered with new-risen moonlight, hangs between The skirts of evening's amethystine robe An...

By the Autumn Sea Fair as the dawn of the fairest day, Sad as the evening's tender gray, By the latest lustre of sunset kissed, Th...