Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun. — John Keats Copy Share Image
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods. — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
I love the fall. I love it because of the smells that you speak of; and also because things are dying, things… — Mark Van Doren Copy Share Image
The season for enjoying the fullness of life - partaking of the harvest, sharing the harvest with others, and reinvesting and saving… — Denis Waitley Copy Share Image
The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold… I see your lips, the summer kisses The… — Johnny Mercer 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
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The leaves are falling, falling as from way off, as though far gardens withered in the skies; they are falling with denying… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
