A kestrel can and does hover in the dead calm of summer days, when there is not the faintest breath of wind.… — Richard Jefferies Copy Share Image
Those final weeks, spanning end of summer and the beginning of another autumn, are blurred in memory, perhaps because our understanding of… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
Autumn in my garden is when trees give their tickertape welcome to winter. — Densey Clyne Copy Share Image
From dawn to dusk, winter to spring, summer & autumn; the contrasts of nature refresh the mind & renew our sense of balance — Phil Harding Copy Share Image
For anyone who lives in the oak-and-maple area of New England, there is a perennial temptation to plunge into a purple sea… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
In a mad moment, my family and I purchased a home in Maine because it's the place in the world that my… — John Hodgman Copy Share Image
Outside the leaves on the trees constricted slightly; they were the deep done green of the beginning of autumn. It was a… — Ali Smith Copy Share Image
That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
As Summer into Autumn slips And yet we sooner say "The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest We turn the sun away, And… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn,… — Lin Yutang Copy Share Image
“Joy – in the fall, winter, and always in the mountains where people are few, wildlife is abundant and there is peace… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“And I rose In a rainy autumn And walked abroad in shower of all my days High tide and the heron dived… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
“The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider." [ Autumn ]” — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away. — Alexander Pushkin Copy Share Image
Life and death are nothing but the mind. Years, months, days, and hours are nothing but the mind. Dreams, illusions, and mirages… — Dogen Copy Share Image
Every season hath its pleasure; Spring may boast her flowery prime, Yet the vineyard's ruby treasuries Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time. — Thomas Moore Copy Share Image
“The bleak autumn wind was still blowing, and the solemn, surging moan of it in the wood was dreary and awful to… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share Image
After the keen still days of September, the October sun filled the world with mellow warmth...The maple tree in front of the… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
As the days grow short, some faces grow long. But not mine. Every autumn, when the wind turns cold and darkness comes… — Leslie Newman Copy Share Image
In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfies See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Brilliant boom of Spring is nothing if not for the timely death of Autumn~” — Tanya Gambhir Copy Share Image
“She pulled off the road when she was halfway there, parking the car in a spot where the grass had turned from… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
