Autumn Leaves

The G & T students have written Autumn poems using a variety of photos as their source. From this stimulus they were able to create interesting metaphors and similes to describe the leaves and capture their feelings of Autumn.

Brick Red leaves,
Crying for each other,
As the soft Autumn breeze catches,
A pointed Russet leaf,
Grasping for life with it’s dry crispy stem,
It spirals down, spinning like a Catherine Wheel,
And huddles together in a leafy pile,
An old, bronze, jagged leaf,
Shrivelling, it was to be it’s last movement,
Empty veins, not a drop of liquid,
Still, silent as a skeleton,
Pointed fingers like a star,
Grasping,
Floating, spiralling to the green earth,
Lying like an injured soldier,
Huddled together, dying together,
His beautiful charms and colours,
Like well deserved medals,
Lying there, shrivelling up hiding it’s jewels and treasures,
All is still,
Lifeless,
Souless,
Dead.


Thomas Watkins

Swirling down, a rainbow of colour,
Floating, scattered on the ground,
Falling swiftly not a sound,
Yellow, brown and ruby red,
Reflecting in the sun, colours bright,
Shining like jewels in the light.

Blazing jewels drifting slowly on the hillside,
Grieving pain, the leaves have cried,
The beautiful colours have almost died,
Falling soft as snow
Gasping for life.

Prince Sefa

The scattered leaves lie dead on the ground,
The fiery colours drain out of each leaf,
They huddle together,
Their beautiful shapes lay silent,
In brilliant formation.

Kyle Osborne

The leaves falling with their last breathe of life,
Lying on the damp, damp ground like injured soldiers,
Even in death they shine,
Beautiful colours, Ruby Red and Lime Green,
Lying on the naked earth,
Curling up sadly as other leaves die on top of them,
Turning to skeletons,
Ribs cracking,
Using up their last breathe of life.

Joshua Evans

Topaz, Amber, Blazing Orange leaves hang from the tree,
Like Ruby Red flowers, or Sunset Yellow butterflies,
Blood red leaves lay on the ground like injured soldiers,
Scattered, rotting, curling, falling,
Apple Green, Jade, Gold and Bronze skeletons.

Chloe Lummis

I see a forest of pure gold,
Glistening in the sunlight,
Crimson gracefully floating in the breeze,
As red as the crown jewels,
Even in death their colours shine,
A rainbow of colour surrounds me.

Reece Cooper

Autumn leaves shining,
Shimmering down to the dry ground,
Like velvet Topaz curls,
Colours from Jade to Rosy Red,
And Blushing Rubies,
Rich multi coloured stars,
Twirling to the ground,
Locking tightly like a stained glass window,
Bright fiery colours melting into one,
And soon,
Dying.

Ashlea Brewin

The leaves on the trees swirl and twirl over the winds gentle billows,
Orange, Amber, Green and Red,
They fall to the ground like a blanket on a bed,
Butterflies of peaceful colours, fly around the earth,
Dew covered leaves of old Oak trees,
Cling onto branches.
They whistle and rustle as they dance to the ground ,
Through the trees in the forest, safe and sound,
The forest’s friends have dried up and died,
The forest’s trees with sadness cried,
But the leaves of the forest are always near,
And the trees wait impatiently until next year.

Eve Mitchell

Wonderful September rainbow leaves,
Swirling and twirling down to the ground,
Crunchy, Rose Pink star leaves,
Dancing like Divas and Ballerinas,
The colours of a paint palette,
Honey orange, dripping,
Leaves clinging onto the trees,
Rosy Red, layered, crunchy leaves
Falling to the ground,
Colourful, dry, spiky and Gold,
Amber, prickly, dying leaves,
Dry weak leaves, the colour of a Tiger’s Eye,
Snapping, crunching, like a fire sparkling,
The trees now as bare as a skeleton,
The Autumn ending quickly.

Teegan Talbot

The trees become lonely as the leaves float free,
They are dry, thirsty and dying,
The weakened shivering leaves swirl to the ground,
Rosy red and crunchy Gold,
Twisting and dancing to the hard earth,
Bright green leaves turn crispy brown,
Layered and waiting for rain,
To quench their thirst.

Chloe Wheeler

The leaves have fallen,
Autumn has begun,
Graceful leaves spiralling down,
Empty souls, tired and alone,
All huddled, no space around,
Crimson, Amber, Russet Red,
Injured soldiers,
Tattered,
Dead.

Alfie Rolfe

Gliding leaves swoop down like birds,
Burning leaves, turning rusty
And sweating in the fiery heat,
Praying for rain, gasping for life,
Tattered and crispy it falls,
Like a feather,
Lying dead, skeletons snapping,
Ribs cracking,
Ruby red flesh spreading,
Tombs needed.

Alex Clarke

Crimson leaves drifting down,
Brunette, Bronze and Rusty Red,
Vibrant colours falling silently,
A golden blanket covering the hilltops,
One leaf dies,
Another cries,
Scattered here and there,
Curling leaves lie motionless like skeletons,
Not a care as the tree becomes bare.

David Doyle

Beautiful butterflies falling,
Jade, Bronze, and Crimson,
Gold tinged, shivering in the cold,
She shines like a star,
Her jagged edges shrivel as she’s contracting,
Her golden treasures like patchwork,
Dead leaves like scattered flowers,
Colours clashing,
Paint palette,
She lies like an injured soldier,
Covered in Ruby red blood,
Her rib cage is open as blood bursts.

Sophie Leppard

Rich golden leaves hang desperately to the old gnarled branches,
The colourful, cold, dying leaves,
Scatter on the ground as the gloomy moon is full,
One after the other, piling up, overlapping,
Curling like a Rabbit’s ear,
Spiky Russet leaves fall like crumpled paper,
Huddling together trying to keep warm,
Shaped like a star and falling softly onto the unforgiving earth,
The rusty leaves still,
As it life ends.

Amy Ba

The leaves hang on for dear life,
Colourful as a rainbow,
Falling like snowflakes,
To the earth, silent as a pin’s drop,
Woodlands blanketed, full of leaves,
Jaggered and layered as a smashed window,
As yellow as honey and as red as fire,
Leaves stacking, layer upon layer,
Orange, Brown and Ruby Red,
The leaves settle,
Their day has gone.

Che Mc Queen

The leaves twirl down,
Like a rainbow as they drop,
Crunching, layered, one on top of the other,
They were like stars hanging in the sky,
Now like butterflies fluttering,
Treasures glittering,
Some are Topaz,
And some are Bronze,
All different colours as they touch the ground,
Dying, dying, dying,
Dead.


Nicola Davis

Golden leaves cling to the tree,
Silhouetted against the sky,
The velvet ruby leaves twirling like a hurricane,
They fall like golden coins from the tree,
Amber leaves floating in the air,
They land softly, as light as a feather,
As they lay on the ground they shrivel,
And die on the hard concrete.

Emma Staines

The leaves like stars on the trees,
All crunchy and Bronze,
Spinning like a tornado,
Fluttering in the sunlight,
All the multi coloured leaves so bright,
Spiralling down, a lovely brown,
Leaves are dying, no more flying,
Leaves all Ruby red, floating to their leafy bed,
Colours like a rainbow,
No more now are trying to grow,
Leaves are dying, dying, dying,
All the leaves are dead.

Joseph Wootten

The Autumn changing colour like a paint palette,
Leaves twirl as they softly touch the ground,
Like a butterfly landing,
The Yellow Ochre colour sparkles in the low sun,
As the Topaz and Bronze leaves fly in the wind,
Suddenly the dancing stops,
The veins dry up and die.

Daniel Cain

The curled leaves falling down,
Like a multi-coloured tornado,
Shimmering as the sun glistens on them,
Their colours shining in the sun,
Yellow Ochre, twisting and turning,
Like a magical fire in the forest,
They fall to the ground like butterflies,
Fluttering to land.

Christoper Clarke

The leaves are bright like fire lighting the sky above,
They’re changing to bright rainbow colours,
Leaves clinging to the branch,
Like holding hands tight,
Falling now, like tornadoes swirling and dancing,
A multi-coloured collage on paper.

Tess Young

Soft brown leaves fall swiftly and silently,
Honey Yellow and Fiery Red,
Shrivelled brown or brilliant Topaz,
Scattered leaves, as colourful as a paint palette,
Dead leaves curled like rabbits’ ears.

Charley Wright

The sunlit yellow leaves,
Twisting and turning from the trees,
Twirling down like butterflies,
Floating one by one,
Ruby Red, Shimmering gold and Topaz,
Turning into a stained glass blanket,
The trees now stand bare and cold.

Adam Rose

Forest leaves scattered everywhere,
Amber, Topaz, Lime green and Ruby red,
All lay asleep in their bed,
Dry and crispy, twisting, curling,
All huddled together,
Leaves falling as silent as a feather,
The richness in the veins slowly fading.

Ashley Le Brun

Autumn leaves shivering down,
Like raindrops falling to the ground,
Struggling to escape from the branch,
Red, yellow and green,
Multi-coloured leaves overlapping,
Falling like lava,
A paint palette of leaves.

Daniel Toley

Lime and Apple Green,
Rich Ruby and Crimson Red,
Their hearts as Bronze,
Dying slowly,
Silent,
They shine like a ruby,
Like a stained glass window,
Each one the missing piece.

Jake Ellis

The sweating leaves, green, orange, red,
Drifting slowly to a crispy blanket bed,
Floating down to colourful piles,
Swirling and curving and swerving for miles,
Lying there like an injured soldier,
Shrivelling, no more life,
Saying ‘Goodbye’ to his comrades,
Gathered around a warm sunlit fire,
Rusty and crispy,
A rainbow of colour shivering on the cold ground,
Damp and cold,
Crumbled but bold.

Chloe Carrington

A tornado of crispy, golden leaves fall to the ground,
They lie on the dry floor,
Like beautiful, silent butterflies,
They start to change.

Kelly Johnson

Yellow Ochre leaves fill the ground,
Dancing and swirling,
Not making a sound.

Amy Arthur

Leaves as colourful as a stained glass window,
Hanging from the trees,
Swirl, swirl, swirling everywhere,
Leaves as dry as sand,
Brown leaves lie on the ground.

Taylor Smith

Leaves hanging from the trees,
Honey Yellow, Jade Green,
Ruby red leaves twirl to the ground,
They lay in a blanket peacefully sleeping,
Crunching in my hand.

Tilly Minns

The crispy leaves shiver on the rough branches,
Amber leaves, as bright as lava,
Dewdrops sit on the golden leaves as they twirl to the ground.

Lauren Ashby

Ruby Red and Apple Green,
The leaves veined and sleeping,
Showing their beauty for one more day,
Even though they are dying,
Their colours still so bright,
Clinging to the branch like bats,
Then curling up in their Autumn bed.

Luke Wilton

The red leaves are the colour of fire,
Yellow Ochre leaves spinning like a tornado,
The sun shining brightly on the bronze star leaves,
All the leaves are dancing,
Golden leaves like coins thrown into the air.

Ryan Osborn