“Fall" Fall, falling, fallen. That’s the way the season Changes its tense in the long-haired maples That dot the road; the veiny… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
“Dmitri’s nerves calmed as he walked through the hedgerow maze, easily finding his way to the centre, sitting awhile. He had walked… — Carmen Dominique Taxer Copy Share Image
Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and… — Samuel Butler Copy Share Image
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
“An old man emerged from the ditch, a creature Of mud and wild autumn winds capering Like a hare across a bouldered… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“To reclaim our natural power and this birthright of real magic, we must get naked and face ourselves. The truth of Who… — Jacob Nordby Copy Share Image
“He ran from her suddenly, swift and quiet like a mountain cat among the high peeks of Eld mountain. She watched him… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
And every year there is a brief, startling moment When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and Suddenly… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry. The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playing… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share Image
Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
The autumn wind is a Raider, / Pillaging just for fun; / He'll knock you around, / And upside down, / And… — Steve Sabol Copy Share Image
“I recall the gentle whispers of the autumn wind and our long walks on crunchy leaves.” — Bhuwan Thapaliya Copy Share Image
“The title on the front of the sketchbook was written in bold cursive: 'Libby's Book of Butterflies.' One of the edges was… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share Image
Listen to the Water-Mill: Through the live-long day How the clicking of its wheel Wears the hours away! Languidly the Autumn wind… — Sarah Doudney Copy Share Image
“The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot… — Sir Walter Scott Copy Share Image
January cold and desolate; February dripping wet; March wind ranges; April changes; Birds sing in tune To flowers of May, And sunny… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
It is comforting when one has a sorrow to lie in the warmth of one's bed and there, abandoning all effort and… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The autumn wind is a pirate. Blustering in from sea with a rollicking song he sweeps along swaggering boisterously. His face is… — Steve Sabol Copy Share Image
You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“When Reiko left, I stretched out on the sofa and closed my eyes. I lay there steeping myself into silence when, out… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird.… — Wallace Stevens 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
“At the end of that week, Navin arrived to marry me. I was repulsed by the sight of him, not because I… — Jhumpa Lahiri Copy Share Image
