For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
âEdwin Way Teale
Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.
âSamuel Butler
Octoberâs poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter.
âNova Bair
Besides the autumn poets sing, / A few prosaic days / A little this side of the snow / And that side of the haze. Â Â Â Â Â âEmily Dickinson
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace / As I have seen in one autumnal face. Â Â Â âJohn Donne
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â âStanley Horowitz
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
                                                                                             âGeorge Eliot
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life. Â Â âP.D. James
Autumn wins you best by this, its mute /Â Appeal to sympathy for its decay. Â Â Â Â âRobert Browning
Earthâs crammed with heaven, / And every common bush afire with God; / And only he who sees takes off his shoes; / The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.                                                                        Â
                                                                âElizabeth Barrett Browning
How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!
âSamuel Taylor Coleridge
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime.   âWilliam Shakespeare
When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.    âSarah Helen Power Whitman
Sorrow and the scarlet leaf, / Sad thoughts and sunny weather; / Ah me! this glory and this grief / Agree not well together!
âThomas William Parsons