Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Winter, spring, summer and autumn. Up and down, up and down in a motion. — Reel 2 Real Copy Share Image
“The sky was high and clear and the cool morning air held an omen of autumn” — Per Wahlöö Maj Sjöwall Copy Share Image
A freshet in the autumn does not compensate for a drought in the spring. — Mary Boykin Chesnut Copy Share Image
Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
For the Fall of the year is more than three months bounded by an equinox and a solstice. It is a summing… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
Winter always turns into Spring. Never, from ancient times on, has anyone heard or seen of winter turning back to autumn. — Nichiren Copy Share Image
I didn't get to experience proper autumn until I was eighteen and heading off to college on the East Coast! — Alexandra Bracken Copy Share Image
When the autumn meets the tranquillity, there you can see the King of the Sceneries! — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him. — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
In autumn even though I may see it again, how can I sleep with the moon this evening? — Dogen Copy Share Image
Autumn teaches us that fruition is also death; that ripeness is a form of decay. The willows, having stood for so long… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
“Autumn calls the forest to rest, to exhale in a flood of colors rubbed to a fiery warmth on the hearth of… — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
[I have] a heavenly vase full of autumn leaves today. They look so beautiful. How much closer to God can one get?… — Lotte Lenya Copy Share Image
The fallen autumn leaves were slick beneath Bod's feet, and the mists blurred the edges of the world. Nothing was as clean-cut… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Spring is beautiful, and summer is perfect for vacations, but autumn brings a longing to get away from the unreal things of… — Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Copy Share Image
The learned should be vigorous and diligent, but they should also be free-spirited. If they are too rigorous and austere, they have… — Zicheng Hong Copy Share Image
Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
“ Autumn The autumn comes, a maiden fair In slenderness and grace, With nodding rice-stems in her hair And lilies in her… — Kalidasa Copy Share Image
Peitaho Heavy rains fall on Yuyen, the northland kingdom of swallows. White pages of rain envelop the sky, and fishing boats off… — Mao Zedong Copy Share Image
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Bruges had the air of a ghost town. The high towers, the trees along the canals withdrew, absorbed by the same muslin:… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
To-day I think Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield, And bracken, and wild carrot's seed, And the square mustard field;… — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
“I’m starting to feel like an old man alone in a small boat In a snowfall of blossoms, Only the south wind… — Charles Wright Copy Share Image
“Nobody moved. Everybody sat in the dark cellar, suspended in the suddenly frozen task of this October game; the wind blew outside,… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“The first sorrow of autumn is the slow good-bye of the garden that stands so long in the evening—a brown poppy head,… — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
The day becomes more solemn and serene When noon is past; there is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“Autumn vineyards rolled up the hills in deep red lines behind my house.” — Meredith Blevins Copy Share Image