Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson…

Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson.

— William C. Bryant

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.

— Yoko Ono

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.

— Henry Beston

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold… I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands,…

— Johnny Mercer

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

There is a harmony In autumn, and a luster in its sky...

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a…

— Thomas Wolfe

The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first…

— Anonymous

If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time of year…

— Mitchell Burgess

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.

— William C. Bryant

We are reformers in the spring and summer, but in autumn we stand by the old. Reformers in the morning, and conservers at night.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

When you change yourself, the world starts changing with you. No matter what led us to the place we are at even if it…

— Anonymous

Once more the liberal year laughs out O'er richer stores than gems or gold: Once more with harvest song and shout Is nature's boldest…

— John Greenleaf Whittier

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

There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring.

— William Browne