soft, moist air and bouts of low pressure blamed for…

“Fall" Fall, falling, fallen. That’s the way the season Changes its tense in the long-haired maples That dot the road; the veiny hand-shaped leaves…

— Edward Hirsch

“I recall the gentle whispers of the autumn wind and our long walks on crunchy leaves.”

— Bhuwan Thapaliya

The autumn wind is a Raider, / Pillaging just for fun; / He'll knock you around, / And upside down, / And laugh when he's conquered and won.

— Steve Sabol

Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear…

— Carl Sandburg

The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry. The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playing swirls, and…

— Aldo Leopold

And every year there is a brief, startling moment When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and Suddenly feel something…

— Edward Hirsch

Autumn rain, autumn wind, they make one die of sorrow.

— Qiu Jin

“He ran from her suddenly, swift and quiet like a mountain cat among the high peeks of Eld mountain. She watched him dive in…

— Patricia A. McKillip

“To reclaim our natural power and this birthright of real magic, we must get naked and face ourselves. The truth of Who You Really…

— Jacob Nordby

“An old man emerged from the ditch, a creature Of mud and wild autumn winds capering Like a hare across a bouldered field, across…

— Steven Erikson

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.

— William C. Bryant

Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we…

— Samuel Butler

When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.

— Matsuo Basho

“Dmitri’s nerves calmed as he walked through the hedgerow maze, easily finding his way to the centre, sitting awhile. He had walked the grounds…

— Carmen Dominique Taxer

“The title on the front of the sketchbook was written in bold cursive: 'Libby's Book of Butterflies.' One of the edges was folded, and…

— Melanie Dobson