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Leaves are falling,
Leaves are falling,
One fell on my nose!

Leaves are falling,
Leaves are falling,
One fell on my toes!

Leaves are falling,
Leaves are falling,
One fell on my head!

Leaves are falling,
leaves are falling,
Yellow, orange and red!

An autumn greeting
By Leanne Guenther

„Come,“ said the Wind to the Leaves one day.
„Come over the meadow and we will play.
Put on your dresses of red and gold.
For summer is gone and the days grow cold.“

Leaves are floating

Leaves are floating
softly down;
Some are red and
some are brown.
The wind goes „swish“
through the air;
When you look back,
there are no leaves there.

by Helen Hunt Jackson

The goldenrod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.

The gentian’s bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusky pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.

The sedges flaunt their harvest
In every meadow-nook;
And asters by the brookside
Make asters in the brook.

From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes’ sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.

Autumn leaves

Autumn leaves are falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
Autumn leaves are falling down,
Yellow,red,orange and brown!

Little leaves fall softly down
Red and yellow, orange and brown
Whirling, twirling round and round
Falling softly to the ground

Little leaves fall softly down
To make a carpet on the ground.
Then, swish, the wind comes whistling by
And sends them dancing to the sky.

By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather,
And autumn’s best of cheer.

THE SKY IS FALLING
The sky is falling down upon my head.
The sky is falling yellow, brown and red.

The sky will soon cover every bit of ground
Making a quilt of yellow, red and brown.
Jean Warren

ALL THE LEAVES ARE FALLING DOWN
All the leaves are falling down, falling down,falling down

(Imitate leaves falling down)
All the leaves are falling down, it is fall.

Take the rake and rake them up, rake them up, rake them up 

(Imitate raking leaves)
Take the rake and rake them up, it is fall.

Make a pile and jump right in, jump right in,jump right in,

(Children jump forward)
Make a pile and jump right in, it is fall.
Diane Chancy

I like the woods
In autumn
When dry leaves hide the ground,
When the trees are bare
And the wind sweeps by
With a lonesome rushing sound.
I can rustle the leaves
In autumn
And I can make a bed
In the thick dry leaves
That have fallen
From the bare trees
Overhead.

*  * *

These are brown leaves, fluttering down,
And this is the tall tree bare and brown;
This is the squirrel with eyes so bright
Hunting for nuts, with all of her might
This is the hole where, day by day,
Nut after nut she stores away
When winter comes, with its cold and storm
She’ll  rest curled up,
All snug and warm.

*  * *

When the leaves are on the ground,
Instead of on the trees
I like to make a pile of them,
Way up to my knees.
I like to run and jump in them,
And kick them all around -
I like the prickly feel of them
And the crickly, crackly sound.