There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring. — William Browne Copy Share Image
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun. — John Keats Copy Share Image
I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the… — Nathaniel Hawthorne 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
Once more the liberal year laughs out O'er richer stores than gems or gold: Once more with harvest song and shout Is… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
All in November's soaking mist We stand and prune the naked tree, While all our love and interest Seem quenched in the… — Ruth Pitter 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 stripped and shapely Maple grieves The ghosts of her Departed leaves. The ground is hard, As hard as stone. The year… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh, Through… — Lydia M. Child Copy Share Image
The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of… — Emily Dickinson 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
Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth,… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of… — Alfred Lord Tennyson 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
What we're really talking about is a wonderful day set aside on the fourth Thursday of November when no one diets. I… — Erma Bombeck 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
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
No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, . . . . .… — Thomas Hood 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
Give me the end of the year an' its fun When most of the plannin' an' toilin' is done; Bring all the… — Edgar Guest Copy Share Image
Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, and all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear the dead… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
T hanks for time to be together, turkey, talk, and tangy weather. H for harvest stored away, home, and hearth, and holiday.… — Aileen Fisher Copy Share Image
