“Autumn is a fleeting season, melancholy by nature. Its ghostly beauty cultivates a fertile atmosphere for memories that wrote their history on… — Brian P. Easton Copy Share Image
I was ravenous for my child and took to gorging myself in the boneyard, hoping that she might possibly meet me halfway,… — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
Cynie Cory roams the outer reaches of the heart’s territory, from the snowy winter of family life to the tropical jungles of… — Barbara Hamby Copy Share Image
“Autumn is Nature's last party of the year. And dressing for the occasion, forests don their brightest attire, while the creatures follow… — Debra Welsh Copy Share Image
We often move away from pain, which is helpful only before being hurt. Once in pain, it seems the only way out… — Mark Nepo Copy Share Image
Those who think fallen leaves are dead leaves haven't seen them dancing on a windy day ¥ — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Even dead fallen leaves go a long way with the wind before getting crushed.” — Basith Copy Share Image
Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go? — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Just as dust of a gentle breeze, quiet ascends of fallen leaves, upward to the skies. Still, we rise.” — Sherman Kennon Copy Share Image
“Be like the tree that will never falter. Despite its fallen leaves, it withstands the chill of winter, yearning for the warm… — Mouloud Benzadi Copy Share Image
“Summer died under the weight of fallen leaves and autumn filled up the ruts in the road with rainwater like blood filling… — Geraldine McCaughrean Copy Share Image
“The wind sighed through the trees, and the fallen leaves rattled up the deserted walks and around the hubcaps of parked cars.… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
As the tree is fertilized by its own broken branches and fallen leaves, and grows out of its own decay, so men… — Frederick William Robertson Copy Share Image
“he can see alice in wet leaves, first as kids, when they'd jump in them, then as teenagers, when she would lie… — Emily Franklin 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
What of miniature boats constructed of birch bark and fallen leaves, launched onto cold water clear as air? How many fleets were… — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
