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
When everything that ticked has stopped, and space stares, all around, or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, repeal the beating ground. — Emily Dickinson 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
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
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
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
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
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
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun. — John Keats Copy Share Image
October's gold is dim — the forests rot, The weary rain falls ceaseless, while the day Is wrapped in damp. — David Gray Copy Share Image
The autumn always gets me badly, as it breaks into colours. I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
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
October is the month for painted leaves. Their rich glow now flashes round the world. As fruits and leaves and the day… — Henry David Thoreau 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
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
There ought to be gardens for all months in the year, in which, severally, things of beauty may be then in season. — Francis Bacon 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
