Autumn

“It was autumn, and he always liked autumn. Something about early autumn, when the leaves began to flee before a northern breeze and the days shortened, gave an extra edge to existence.”

“falling leavesso quietly”

“Earth's crammed with heaven,The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.”

“What does winter or autumn or spring or summer know of memory. They know nothing of memory. They know that seasons pass and return. They know that they are seasons. That they are time. And they know how to affirm themselves. And they know how to impose themselves. And they know how to maintain themselves. What does autumn know of summer. What sorrows do seasons have. None hate. None love. They just pass.”

“If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it's time to reflect on what's come before.”

“The mellow autumn came, and with it cameAnd ah, ye poachers!—'Tis no sport for peasants.”

“Autumn is a second Spring when every leaf is a flower.”

“October gave a party;Professor Wind the band.”

“For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.”

“Crown'd with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf,Comes jovial on.”

“To me it seems that youth is like spring, an overpraised season——delightful if it happen to be a favoured one, but in practice very rarely favoured and more remarkable, as a general rule, for biting east winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.”

“Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods,Than any joy indulgent Summer dealt.”

“O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stainedSing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.”

“Autumn wins you best by this, its muteAppeal to sympathy for its decay.”

“Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen.”

“The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year,Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear.”

“All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.”

“Yellow, mellow, ripened days,Beauteous, golden Autumn days.”

“A breath, whence no man knows,Once it rocked the summer rose.”

“I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Pearling his coronet of golden corn.”

“The Autumn is old; Old age, begin sighing!”

“The year's in the wane; Cold winter gives warning!”

“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core.”

“Third act of the eternal play! In yellow letters like Chinese.”

“It was Autumn, and incessant Burned among the withering leaves.”

“What visionary tints the year puts on,And smiles and shakes abroad her misty, tremulous hair!”

“Every season hath its pleasures; Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time.”

“Autumn As the equinoctials blow.”

“Sorrow and the scarlet leaf, Agree not well together!”

“Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring,Say, is not absence death to those who love?”

“Thus sung the shepherds till th' approach of night,And the low sun had lengthened every shade.”

“O, it sets my heart a clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.”

“This sunlight shames November where he grievesHigh salutation.”

“The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.”

“Cold autumn, wan with wrath of wind and rain,That death smote silent when he smote again.”

“Autumn has come;Willingly die there.”

“We lack but open eye and earYon maple wood the burning bush.”