Poems about autumn written by Robert Frost include "October" and "My November Guest." Another work, "Gathering Leaves," talks about the fall chore of collecting fallen leaves for disposal.
In "October," Frost acknowledges the readiness of the trees to begin dropping their leaves, but he urges them to do so slowly. He does not want winter to come so quickly, so he desires autumn fade slowly.
"My November Guest" tells of how the poet learned to appreciate the beauty of November, a month he formerly perceived as gray and bleak. In this poem, Frost refers to "my sorrow" as being his teacher in this change of heart.
In "Gathering Leaves," the poet speaks of the seeming futility of loading up dead leaves. After all, they are virtually weightless, colorless and useless, and they "elude" his "embrace" when he attempts to pick up heaps of them. Yet, he concludes, "a crop is a crop," and he accomplishes something by performing this task.