Autumn by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,
The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,
And the Year
On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,
Is lying.
Come, Months, come away,
From November to May,
In your saddest array;
Follow the bier
Of the dead cold Year,
And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.

The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,
The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knelling
For the Year;
The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
To his dwelling;
Come, Months, come away;
Put on white, black, and gray;
Let your light sisters play --
Ye, follow the bier
Of the dead cold Year,
And make her grave green with tear on tear.

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I picked this rhyming triplet poem because I like how Shelley describes autumn. Its dark and gloomy and filled with lots of things dying. It actually has a different take on autumn than I have because I love autumn. I love colours of autumn like the reds and oranges that the trees turn, and the pale grays of the sky. I finding autumn a refreshing season and was surprised to see it described in this way, as the "saddest array". This poem is a good addition to my theme. 

Poetic Devices

repetition - the year, 

                  - Come, Months, come away

personification - On the earth her death-bed

imagery - the pale flowers are dying
rhyme scheme - aaabbbccc