When the bold branches Bid farewell to rainbow leaves Welcome wool sweaters.
Loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
The sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality.
Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.
The lands are lit With all the autumn blaze of Golden Rod; And everywhere the Purple Asters nod And bend and wave and flit.
Have you ever been out for a late autumn walk in the closing part of the afternoon, and suddenly looked up to realize that the leaves have practically all gone And the sun has set and the day gone before you knew it and with that a cold wind blows across the landscape That's retirement.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.
Divinest autumn! who may paint thee best, Forever changeful o'er the changeful globe? Who guess thy certain crown, thy favorite crest, The fashion of thy many colored robe?
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! Close bosom friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With, fruit the vines that round the thatch eaves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees, And fill all fruit with ripenes
The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday, lost voices, one's favorite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory.
Autumn is the bite of the harvest apple.
In the golden light of autumn there is magic in the air Rush
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple...