Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Albert Camus (1913 - 1960)
When the bold branches
Bid farewell to rainbow leaves -
Welcome wool sweaters.
B. Cybrill
Fall is my favorite season in Los Angeles, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees.
David Letterman (1947 - )
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering1 together.
For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering2 abroad.
Edwin Teale
A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch3 and rustle4 of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics5 of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air.
Eric Sloane
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.
Henry Beston, Northern Farm
If winter is slumber6 and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials7 are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it's time to reflect on what's come before.
Mitchell Burgess, Northern Exposure, Thanksgiving, 1992
I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.
Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804 - 1864)
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
P. D. James
There is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre8 in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822)
In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil9. And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as from August to November.
Rose G. Kingsley, The Autumn Garden, 1905
Fiery10 colors begin their yearly conquest of the hills, propelled by the autumn winds. Fall is the artist.
Takayuki Ikkaku, Arisa Hosaka and Toshihiro Kawabata, Animal Crossing: Wild World, 2005
That time of year thou may'st in me behold11,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs12 which shake against the cold,-
Bare ruin'd choirs13, where late the sweet birds sang.
William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Sonnet LXXIII
