Autumn Quotes
When shrieked The bleak November winds, and smote the woods, And the brown fields were herbless, and the shades That met above the merry rivulet Were spoiled, I sought, I loved them still; they seemed Like old companions in adversity.
The dead leaves their rich mosaics Of olive and gold and brown Had laid on the rain-wet pavements, Through all the embowered town.
The brown leaves rustle down the forest glade, Where naked branches make a fitful shade, And the lost blooms of Autumn withered lie.
From gold to gray Our mild sweet day Of Indian summer fades too soon; But tenderly Above the sea Hangs, white and calm, the hunter's moon.
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain, Comes jovial on.
Yellow, mellow, ripened days. Sheltered in a golden coating O'er the dreamy, listless haze, White and dainty cloudlets floating; * * * * * Sweet and smiling are thy ways, Beauteous, golden Autumn days.
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreathed with nodding corn.
And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay Gives it a sweet and wholesome odor.
Then came the Autumne, all in yellow clad, As though he joyèd in his plenteous store, Laden with fruits that made him laugh, full glad That he had banished hunger, which to-fore Had by the belly oft him pinchèd sore; Upon his head a wreath, that was enrold With ears of corne of every sort, he bore, And in his hand a sickle he did holde, To reape the ripened fruit the which the earth had yold.
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
There is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
When the bold branches Bid farewell to rainbow leaves - Welcome wool sweaters.
Fiery colors begin their yearly conquest of the hills, propelled by the autumn winds. Fall is the artist.
October is a symphony of permanence and change.
If winter is slumber 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 perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it's time to reflect on what's come before.
Wild is the music of autumnal winds the faded woods.