Fallen leaves on the ground are the golden song of…

“As I drift through the autumn of my life like a fallen leaf blown about by the winds of time, I sometimes ponder my…

— Peggy Toney Horton

“I have never returned to the mortal realms. Those who make frequent trips do so at great personal sacrifice.” I looked at Reth, who…

— Kiersten White

“Fate has her golden sons, and her bastards.”

— Jennifer Mardoll

Triumphant hours are the Lark's Who circles skywards from his home each day: World's early riser, with bubbling golden song, Towards the firmament, guardian…

— Dafydd ap Gwilym

“What do you think?” She turned to Reth, who avoided her eyes, staring determinedly into the sparkling pink distance. “You are the queen. Why…

— Kiersten White

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets And the music of fresh fallen leaves Caught in a sliding summer breeze.

— Scott Hastie

“The stoic contemplates fallen leaves; the epicure rakes them into a loveseat.”

— Bauvard

“It was one of those autumn mornings which are devoid of melancholy, when the weather seems to be cleaning its house. A broom of…

— Rebecca West

The stripped and shapely Maple grieves The ghosts of her Departed leaves. The ground is hard, As hard as stone. The year is old,…

— John Updike

Love That’s it: The cashless commerce. The blanket always too short. The loose connexion. To search behind the horizon. To brush fallen leaves with…

— Gunter Grass

“I listen to the rain talk to the leaves. She tells a story of love and leaving (isn’t that always the story? Isn’t that…

— Emm Roy

“Glib tongues frill up their hash of knowledge for mankind in polished speeches that are no more than vaporous winds rustling the fallen leaves…

— Goethe

O maternal earth which rocks the fallen leaf to sleep!

— Edgar Lee Masters

“look to the fallen leaves of this season as flowers and remember that we are here on borrowed time, that it is never too…

— Savannah Page

While cares will drop off like autumn leaves.

— John Muir