“The sky grew orange and pink, a pale ghost of the full moon appeared above Salem, waiting to glow brilliant in the… — Amber Newberry Copy Share Image
With summer's raucous noises, a simple dream seen in spring has turned into a simple heartbreak. The melancholy autumn wind speaks quietly… — Boys Be Copy Share Image
This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight,… — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
“So I asked around about The Blonde,” she said, sitting down on my bed once the room was completely slumber party–ready. “She’s… — Kody Keplinger Copy Share Image
“If I could live again - I will travel light, If I could live again - I'll try to work bare feet… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
“I try to remember when time's measure painfully chafes, for instance when autumn flares out at the last, boisterous and like us… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“DUMB AUTUMN SMELLS. The marguerite, unbroken, passed between home and chasm through your memory. A strange lostness was palpably present, almost you… — Paul Celan Copy Share Image
TIME WENT ON, life with the children unfolding in its own ecosystem, small plastic toys seeming to grow up from the carpet… — Erica Bauermeister Copy Share Image
“THE FALLING OF THE LEAVES AUTUMN is over the long leaves that love us, And over the mice in the barley sheaves;… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It is a sad moment when the first phlox appears. It is the amber light indicating the end of the great burst… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
“When you walk along a wooded path In the nature my heart held so dear, Remember the joy that it gave me… — Kris Nelson Copy Share Image
“This was hers and hers alone. Forevermore. Or at least so I thought… but shit didn’t work out that way, and then… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
Divinity must live within herself: Passions of rain, or moods in the falling snow; Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued Elations when the… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from?… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
In a mad moment, my family and I purchased a home in Maine because it's the place in the world that my… — John Hodgman Copy Share Image
A human life has seasons much as the earth has seasons, each time with its own particular beauty and power. And gift.… — Rachel Naomi Remen Copy Share Image
“As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of autumn… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
The flowers of Spring may wither, the hope of Summer fade, The Autumn droop in Winter, the birds forsake the shade; The… — Reginald Heber Copy Share Image
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood- Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is… — Bliss Carman Copy Share Image
My Department has already recognised this and has been working specifically on the technical support issue since January and will offer advice… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Autumn is a reminder that while the leaves die and fall, there will always be Spring, a chance to replenish and be… — Tao Porchon-Lynch Copy Share Image
“autumn leaves and earth. She wondered if Margo might be willing to drive down to Maine with her for one last holiday.… — Peter Behrens Copy Share Image
Simplicity is the character of the spring of life, costliness becomes its autumn; but a neatness and purity, like that of the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The trees are Indian Princes, But soon they'll turn to Ghosts; The scanty pears and apples Hang russet on the bough; Its… — William Allingham Copy Share Image
“In the summer the place was verdant with life, in the autumn it was splashed with color, in the winter it was… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“October made the leaves on Main Street fit for a crown. They dripped from the trees in jewel-toned shades: yellow and orange… — Natalie Lloyd Copy Share Image
Besides the Autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days, A little this side of the snow, And that side of the Haze...,… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
All who have travelled through the delicious scenery of North Devon must needs know the little white town of Bideford, which slopes… — Charles Kingsley Copy Share Image
October, here's to you. Here's to the heady aroma of the frost-kissed apples, the winey smell of ripened grapes, the wild-as-the-wind smell… — Ken Weber Copy Share Image
“Mrs. Miniver suddenly understood why she was enjoying the forties so much better than she had enjoyed the thirties: it was the… — Jan Struther Copy Share Image
There was once a boy who wrote a song on a autumn day the wind was blowing gently in his face thoughts… — Ryan Davies Copy Share Image
He is no longer a city dweller who has even once in his life caught a ruff or seen how, on clear… — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
When autumn comes, it doesn't ask. It just walks in, where it left you last. And you never know, when it starts;… — John Mayer Copy Share Image
“The autumn leaves blazed a trail down the mountainside, spilling into a pool of cornfields outside of town. Mesmerized by nature’s beauty… — Anita Estes Copy Share Image
In California in the early Spring, There are pale yellow mornings, when the mist burns slowly into day, The air stings like… — Robert Hass Copy Share Image
Autumn arrives like a warrior with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent. His scarlet banner… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“The over-ripe, golden autumn which had taken hold of the town tugged at our heartstrings. The nomadic life makes you sensitive to… — Nicolas Bouvier Copy Share Image
The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Whenever we come upon one of those intensely right words in a book or a newspaper the resulting effect is physical as… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves… — Eric Sloane Copy Share Image
