Autumn's the mellow time.

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

I shall desire and I shall find The best of my desires; The autumn road, the mellow wind That soothes the darkening shires. And…

— Rupert Brooke

The dinner-hour is the summer of the day: full of sunshine, I grant; but not like the mellow autumn of supper.

— Herman Melville

“ Autumn Days Yellow, mellow, ripened days, Sheltered in a golden coating; O'er the dreamy, listless haze, White and dainty cloudlets floating; Winking at…

— Will Carleton

Beautiful is old age—beautiful as the slow-dropping mellow autumn of a rich glorious summer. In the old man, Nature has fulfilled her work; she…

— James Anthony Froude

Squeeze your eyes closed, as tight as you can, and think of all your favorite autumns, crisp and perfect, all bound up together like…

— Catherynne M. Valente

Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days The…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night the monitory…

— William Allingham

The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the hands of…

— Martha Ostenso

“The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the…

— Anonymous

The trees change their voices in autumn as well as their shapes. No longer do they whisper to one another in muffled tones as…

— Patience Strong

“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