There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring. — William Browne 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
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
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night… — William Allingham Copy Share Image
When you change yourself, the world starts changing with you. No matter what led us to the place we are at even… — Me Copy Share Image
We are reformers in the spring and summer, but in autumn we stand by the old. Reformers in the morning, and conservers… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time… — Mitchell Burgess Copy Share Image
The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like… — Anonymous 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
You choose the end of the summer to fall in love with this guy because secretly, you don’t want it to last. — Candace Bushnell 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
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
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing and mojito in your hand. — Bar Refaeli Copy Share Image
