Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring. (Quote by - Dorothy Parker)
Clouds of insects danced and buzzed in the golden autumn light, and the air was full of the piping of the song-birds. Long, glinting dragonflies shot across the path, or hung tremulous with gauzy wings and gleaming bodies. (Quote by - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)
It was Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, And, like living coals, the apples Burned among the withering leaves. (Quote by - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
Autumn wins you best by this, its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay. (Quote by - Robert Browning)
Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn. (Quote by - Elizabeth Lawrence)
Yellow, mellow, ripened days, Sheltered in a golden coating; O'er the dreamy, listless haze, White and dainty cloudlets floating; Winking at the blushing trees, And the sombre, furrowed fallow; Smiling at the airy ease, Of the southward flying swallow Sweet and smiling are thy ways, Beauteous, golden Autumn days. (Quote by - Will Carleton)
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad. (Quote by - Edwin Way Teale)
The lands are lit with all the autumn blaze of golden-rod, and everywhere the purple asters nod and bend and wave and flit. (Quote by - Helen Hunt)
All those golden autumn days the sky was full of wings. Wings beating low over the blue water of Silver Lake, wings beating high in the blue air far above it . . . bearing them all away to the green fields in the South. (Quote by - Laura Ingalls Wilder)
What visionary tints the year puts on, When falling leaves falter through motionless air Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone! How shimmer the low flats and pastures bare, As with her nectar Hebe Autumn fills The bowl between me and those distant hills, And smiles and shakes abroad her misty, tremulous hair! (Quote by - James Russell Lowell)
The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease. (Quote by - William Shakespeare)
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;-- Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn. (Quote by - Thomas Hood)
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn. (Quote by - Robert Burns)
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life. (Quote by - P.D. James)
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night the monitory blast Wails in the key-hole, telling how it pass'd O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes, Or grim wide wave; and now the power is felt Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods Than any joy indulgent Summer dealt. (Quote by - William Allingham)
Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile. (Quote by - William Cullen Bryant)
Every season hath its pleasure; Spring may boast her flowery prime, Yet the vineyard's ruby treasuries Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time. (Quote by - Thomas Moore)
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; And only he who sees takes off his shoes; The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries. (Quote by - Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;-- Old age, begin sighing! (Quote by - Thomas Hood)
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. (Quote by - Stanley Horowitz)
Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter. (Quote by - Carol Bishop Hipps)
The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives warning! (Quote by - Thomas Hood)
The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many. (Quote by - Oliver Wendell Holmes)
Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits. (Quote by - Samuel Butler)
The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past, and man forgot. (Quote by - Oliver Wendell Holmes)