I put quite a few trees in last autumn. A lot of silver…

“Beings Trees in Autumn These trees in Buddhist saffron robes renouncing everything,
becoming naked without fear,
in win that is a part of them, disclose a…

— Stephen Garneraas-Holmes

“We can either fill our minds and chatter to ourselves about issues and people while we are gardening, or we can simply enjoy cutting…

— David Carlyle

On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits were…

— Charles Dickens

“Things are too full of life in the spring months. In the summer, they’re too strong and won’t let go. Autumn . . .’”…

— Patrick Rothfuss

You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves and repeats…

— Wallace Stevens

“Upon the earth I rest, like the trees of autumn on a bed of leafy gold, nourished by roots of old.”

— Atalina Wright

In real world people gets tired of relationship like the leaves gets tired of the trees Autumn is just an excuse. ASR

— Prince Rasooli

I see, when I bend close, how each leaflet of a climbing rose is bordered with frost, the autumn counterpart of the dewdrops of…

— Edwin Way Teale

There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellowed richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes, Pouring new…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

All those golden autumn days the sky was full of wings. Wings beating low over the blue water of Silver Lake, wings beating high…

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

It was October again ... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as…

— Lucy Maud Montgomery

“FALL I've never liked orange not even a hint of yellow though that doesn't mean I'm derange, you know. but it's still a riddle…

— Kynna Claire

“Flowers that had bloomed brilliant from spring through autumn blackened under the killing frost.”

— Nora Roberts

The American spring is by no means so agreeable as the American autumn; both move with faltering step, and slow; but this lingering pace,…

— Frances Trollope

This, at last, was where things were as they ought to be. Everything was in its place -- the tree, the earth underneath, the…

— Jean Liedloff