| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Autumn | | By Francesca Rios |
| | | MY maple tree is yellow green | |
| Against a blue-gray sky. | |
| In little groups of three and four | |
| I see the restless pigeons fly. | |
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| The air is rain-washed—fresh and sweet, | 5 |
| Mingled with pungent scent of pine. | |
| Kissed by the faintest glint of sun, | |
| Amber and bronze the poplars shine. | |
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| He knew the woods—how many times | |
| I’ve seen him tramping in the rain, | 10 |
| Singing among the trees he loved | |
| The songs I’ll never hear again! | | | | |
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