As Summer into Autumn slips And yet we sooner say "The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest We turn the sun away, And… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Fall" Fall, falling, fallen. That’s the way the season Changes its tense in the long-haired maples That dot the road; the veiny… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
“October O love, turn from the changing sea and gaze, Down these grey slopes, upon the year grown old, A-dying 'mid the… — William Morris Copy Share Image
“AUTUMNAL Pale amber sunlight falls across The reddening October trees, That hardly sway before a breeze As soft as summer: summer's loss… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
“Outside, the night was settling fast. I liked the peace and the silence of the countryside, with its fading alpenglow and darkling… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“High Pasture Come up--come up: in the dim vale below The autumn mist muffles the fading trees, But on this keen hill-pasture,… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“As a child, crisp spring afternoons were spent wading along Reedy Creek just beyond the field. Then came the heavy breeze in… — James Russell Lingerfelt Copy Share Image
“I suppose you think you know what autumn looks like. Even if you live in the Los Angeles dreamed of by September’s… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“The Vagabond Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the… — Robert Lewis Stevenson Copy Share Image
“Well, now that it’s official, we need to talk about redecorating. This place was okay when it was just you, but now… — Aurora Rose Reynolds Copy Share Image
“Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive… — Tim Willocks Copy Share Image
“Autumns reward western Kansas for the evils that the remaining seasons impose: winter's rough Colorado winds and hip-high, sheep-slaughtering snows; the slushes… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
Sonnet XXV Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among Objects: Nothing mattered or had… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“Suddenly the sun rose – like a burst of hope. The dark autumn water mirrored the sky; it began to breathe and… — Vasily Grossman Copy Share Image
“I knew by the signs it would be a hard winter. The hollies bore a heavy crop of berries and birds stripped… — Sarah Micklem Copy Share Image
“Four seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of Man: He has his lusty Spring,… — John Keats Copy Share Image
There is only one thing about which I shall have no regrets when my life ends. I have savored to the full… — Agnes Sligh Turnbull Copy Share Image
“Fruitful. Lusty. Wild. Revealing. Every day a brilliant reminder of how nothing stays the same, every day an exercise in variability, resilience,… — Shellen Lubin Copy Share Image
Those final weeks, spanning end of summer and the beginning of another autumn, are blurred in memory, perhaps because our understanding of… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“A boy trudged down the sidewalk dragging a fishing pole behind him. A man stood waiting with his hands on his hips.… — Harper Lee Copy Share Image
“Autumn is Nature's last party of the year. And dressing for the occasion, forests don their brightest attire, while the creatures follow… — Debra Welsh Copy Share Image
This is the autumn of wonders, yet every day, every single day, I go back to that burned afternoon in August when… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
He Looked and smelt like Autumn's very brother, his face being sunburnt to wheat-colour, his eyes blue as corn-flowers, his sleeves and… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
“It was still late summer elsewhere, but here, high in Appalachia, fall was coming; for the last three mornings, she'd been able… — Alex Bledsoe Copy Share Image
The presently existing global financial and monetary system will disintegrate during the near term. The collapse might occur this spring, or summer,… — Lyndon LaRouche Copy Share Image
“I landed in London on a wintry autumn evening. It was dark and raining, and I saw more fog and mud in… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Does not all the world know that when in autumn the Bismarcks of the world, or they who are bigger than Bismarcks,… — Anthony Trollope Copy Share Image
“Don't you like a rather foggy day in a wood in autumn? You'll find we shall be perfectly warm sitting in the… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
When the days become longer and there is more sunshine, the grass becomes fresh and, consequently, we feel very happy. On the… — Dalai Lama Copy Share Image
By now, the morning sun was just over the horizon and it came at me like a sidearm pitch between the houses… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
The birds laugh loud and long together When Fashion's followers speed away At the first cool breath of autumn weather. Why, this… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on, The windows and the stars illumined, one by one, The… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn,… — Lin Yutang Copy Share Image
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
She went, however, and they sauntered about together many a half hour in Mr. Grant's shrubbery, the weather being unusually mild for… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“By now, at the end of a sloping alley, we had reached the shores of a vast marsh. Some unknown quality in… — R. Murray Gilchrist Copy Share Image
“At the edge of heaven, tatters of autumn Cloud. After ten thousand miles of clear Lovely morning, the west wind arrives. Here,… — Tu Fu Copy Share Image
Love all the seasons, because every season has its own treasures! Winter does not own the treasures of the spring; the spring… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
