Anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day.

Flowers, cold from the dew,And autumn’s approaching breath,I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids,Which haven’t faded yet.In their nights, fragrantly resinous,Entwined with delightful mystery,They will breathe in her springlikeExtraordinary beauty.But in a whirlwind of sound...

Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.

StillIn the fall, I believe again in poetryif nothing else it isa movement of the mind.Summers ball togetherinto sticky lumps,spring evenings are glass beads from one mouldfor standard-size youth,winter a smooth heaviness, not even cold.But...

After the keen still days of September, the October sun filled the world with mellow warmth…The maple tree in front of the doorstep burned like a gigantic red torch. The oaks along the roadway glowed...

To AutumnSeason of mists and mellow fruitfulness!Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;To bend with apples the moss’d cottage trees,And fill...

Autumn leaves under frozen soles,Hungry hands turning soft and old,My hero cried as we stood out their in the cold,Like these autumn leaves I don’t have nothing to holdAutumn leaves how faded now,that smile that...

[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air … Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in...

you make autumn misttaste like champagne and turn winter raininto the elixir of life itself.

The autumn leaf falls faster than the trees grow faster. (La feuille d’automne descend plus vite – Que les arbres ne grandissent plus vite.)

Tiho, o tiho govori mi jesen;Šuštanjem lišća i šapatom kiše.Al zima srcu govori još tiše.I kada sniježi, a spušta se tama,U pahuljama tišina je sama.

I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.

Joy – in the fall, winter, and always in the mountains where people are few, wildlife is abundant and there is peace in the quiet.

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?

Rest your eyes well before September because with all its colours autumn is coming to visit them!

And then there is that day when all around,all around you hear the dropping of the apples, oneby one, from the trees. At first it is one here and one there,and then it is three...

But you can’t plead with autumn. No. The midnight wind stalked through the woods, hooted to frighten you, swept everything away for the approaching winter, whirled the leaves. (“The North”)

Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn and Fall, I have loved best, because they are best to love.

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

They had a good autumn series and they have been involved in one or two grand slam showdowns so beating them would be special.

October proved a riot a riot to the senses and climaxed those giddy last weeks before Halloween.

It was one of those days you sometimes get latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot, and there is a bracing tang in the air that sends the blood beetling briskly...

Use what you have, use what the world gives you. Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter’s deadness; harvest; orange, gold, amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. Our tree-lined streets...

When she had arranged her household affairs, she came to the library and bade me follow her. Then, with the mirror still swinging against her knees, she led me through the garden and the wilderness...

The multicolored leaves were softly glowing against the black sky, creating an untimely nocturnal rainbow which scattered its spectral tints everywhere and dyed the night with a harvest of hues: peach gold and pumpkin orange,...

Let whoever wants to, relax in the south,And bask in the garden of paradise.Here is the essence of north and it’s autumnI’ve chosen as this year’s friend.

The rain hit the windows like rice; the fire roared hollowly; the autumn afternoon discoloured into darkness.

The only time I like traffic lights turning yellow or red is in the fall.

Autumn. It’s crispness, it’s anticipation, it’s melancholia, it’s cool breezes replacing summer’s heat. It’s long days in the field, a harvest festival when work’s done, a cheering crowd in a football stadium, chrysanthemums punctuating a...

He’d grown unused to woods like this. He’d become accustomed to the Northwest, evergreen and shaded dark. Here he was surrounded by soft leaves, not needles; leaves that carried their deaths secretly inside them, that...

When the autumn meets the tranquillity, there you can see the King of the Sceneries!

Fall colors are funny. They’re so bright and intense and beautiful. It’s like nature is trying to fill you up with color, to saturate you so you can stockpile it before winter turns everything muted...

The smell of burning firewood and the molding of organic, earthy substances reminded her of jumping wildly into the enormous leaf piles of autumns past and she suddenly wished that it was appropriate for someone...

To-day I thinkOnly with scents, – scents dead leaves yield,And bracken, and wild carrot’s seed,And the square mustard field;Odours that riseWhen the spade wounds the root of tree,Rose, currant, raspberry, or goutweed,Rhubarb or celery;The smoke’s...

…you’re either gonna spend your life fucking pussy, or taking it to church.

The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider.”[Autumn]

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.”[The Autumnal]

Cuộc đời là một giấc mộng, và mùa thu là cõi mộng trong mơ!

But frost, like the crystallized dreams of autumn, began to coat the clearing with its sugar glaze.

It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.

Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don’t remember summer even saying goodbye.

I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.

The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn’t ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age; for the sake of Eden; to please the moon for all...

The tints of autumn…a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.

I love the start of autumn when the trees in my garden change the colour of their leaves in one last dazzling display.

I met Anne in the autumn… Autumn, that wild season when rural men rack orchard trees with sticks and weep with the desire to kiss faraway Demeter’s supple breasts—to set lips to her travel-swollen eyes....

By now, at the end of a sloping alley, we had reached the shores of a vast marsh. Some unknown quality in the sparkling water had stained its whole bed a bright yellow. Green leaves,...

I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.

It was one of those sumptuous days when the world is full of autumn muskiness and tangy, crisp perfection: vivid blue sky, deep green fields, leaves in a thousand luminous hues. It is a truly...

And you say Paris is gay, but it has its down times. You say go in the spring and not the summer, because watching the autumn creep through the Rive Gauche preparing for winter is...