Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift… — Thomas Wolfe 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
“The mellow autumn came, and with it came The promised party, to enjoy its sweets. The corn is cut, the manor full… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. — John Muir Copy Share Image
I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants. — Lord Byron 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
Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
Besides the Autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days, A little this side of the snow, And that side of the Haze...,… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves… — Eric Sloane Copy Share Image
The approach of night The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade, And the low… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will… — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
“There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.” — Joe L. Wheeler Copy Share Image
