Autumn DaysYellow, mellow, ripened days,Sheltered in a golden coating;O’er the dreamy, listless haze,White and dainty cloudlets floating;Winking at the blushing trees,And the sombre, furrowed fallow;Smiling at the airy ease,Of the southward flying swallow.Sweet and smiling...

Witty people came out in autumn; beauties in July.

And every year there is a brief, startling moment When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air:...

Nothing comes as an accomplishment instantly. Success does not come overnight. Patience is the key! Grow up and be the tree; but remember it takes dry and wet seasons to become a fruit bearer, achiever...

The widower reviewed his past in a sunless light which was intensified by the greyness of the November twilight, whilst the bells subtly impregnated the surrounding atmosphere with the melody of sounds that faded like...

autumn The cheerful sundial; it falls in the shadow of thy leaves. there where your branches brace themselves against the gate of heaven

Autumn is the greatest reminder: It reminds us how dreamlike beauties our earth has and it reminds us how all these beautiful dreams can easily vanish!

Whoever has no house now, will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone, will sit, read, write long letters through the evening, and wander on the boulevards, up and down, restlessly, while dry...

Autumn flings her fiery cloak over the sumac, beech and oak.

On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits were jewels . . .

And sometimes, and only in spring,a dove from the river’s soft vale of lilieswill fly as close to you as trust,and a calm in the great reds of autumnwill, as often as you need, lie...

The summer ended. Day by day, and taking its time, the summer ended. The noises in the street began to change, diminish, voices became fewer, the music sparse. Daily, blocks and blocks of children were...

I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.

Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.

Nature awakens in brilliant colors of autumn, making me wish winter would bid adieu.

Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.

She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.

L’automne est un deuxième ressort où chaque feuille est une fleur.

In the utter peace and stillness the world seemed holding its breath, a little apprehensively, drawing near to the fire to warm itself. There was none of that sense of urgeful, pushing life that robs...

A tree with red leaves is like an old man with gray hair. Likewise, my love for you was blue, but now it’s orange, and that’s a compliment.

He couldn’t stop smelling the air in great, deep, loud sniffs. It was so delicious. It smelled of water, and mud, and maple trees, and autumn.

There were days when no kid came out of his house without looking around. The week after Halloween had a quality both hungover and ominous, the light pitched, the sky smashed against the rooftops.

His beard was all colors, a grove of trees in autumn, deep brown and fire-orange and wine-red, an untrimmed tangle across the lower half of his face. His cheeks were apple-red. He looked like a...

Please, please, help me grow to be like them, the ones’ll soon be here, who never grow old, can’t die, that’s what they say, can’t die, no matter what, or maybe they died a long...

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,Led yellow Autumn, wreath’d with nodding corn.”[Brigs of Ayr]

Change is coming, she whispered to the bugs bouncing off her window. You can’t escape it.

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.

A Corymbus for AutumnHow are the veins of thee, Autumn, laden?Umbered juices,And pulpèd oozesPappy out of the cherry-bruises,Froth the veins of thee, wild, wild maiden.With hair that mustersIn globèd clusters,In tumbling clusters, like swarthy grapes,Round...

Indeed, he could not be long in discovering that people beyond a suspicion of unbalance, or not obviously coveting the moment’s arrest of attention gained them by their statements, never had experience with or knowledge...

Autumn The cheerful sundial it falls in the shadow of thy leaves there where your branches brace themselves against the gate of heaven

Autumn is a classical music; when it begins, the gravity disappears!

I was only twelve. But I knew how much I loved her. It was that love that comes before all significance of body and morals. It was that love that was no more bad than...

I saw old Autumn in the misty mornStand shadowless like silence, listeningTo silence, for no lonely bird would singInto his hollow ear from woods forlorn,Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn; –Shaking his languid locks all...

Such days of autumnal decline hold a strange mystery which adds to the gravity of all our moods.

Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?

Why should I wake when I’m half past dead?

I ate breakfast in the kitchen by candle-light, and then drove the five miles to the station through the most glorious October colouring. The sun came up on the way, and the swamp maples and...

I am ten years old again, and I cannot imagine life without him.

The Sussex lanes were very lovely in the autumn . . . spendthrift gold and glory of the year-end . . . earth scents and the sky winds and all the magic of the countryside...

And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.

It was lemon verbena day, so the house was filled with a sweet-tart scent that conjured images of picnic blankets and white clouds shaped like true-love hearts.

her love was like jelly of the moonlight tempting to undress my darkness

It’s a beautiful fall day. Gentle wind teases stubborn autumn leaves. Some defy the gentle wind and sway. A taunting dance. Come with me and look at the magnificence of the last dance.

I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.

I thought of many an autumn I had known: Seemly autumns approaching deliberately, with amplitude. I thought of wild asters, Michaelmas daisies, mushrooms, leaves idling down the air, two or three at a time, warblers...

If. If Mingus Rude could be kept in this place, kept somehow in Dylan’s pocket, in his stinging, smudgy hands, then summer wouldn’t give way to whatever came after. If. If. Fat chance. Summer on...

On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening

October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O...

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

In my own shire, if I was sadHomely comforters I had:The earth, because my heart was sore,Sorrowed for the son she bore;And standing hills, long to remain,Shared their short-lived comrade’s pain.And bound for the same...