Autumn Quotes
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
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.
Autumn''s the mellow time
How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day! Samuel Taylor Coleridge|
Now Autumn''s fire burns slowly along the woods
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt
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!
Percy Bysshe Shelley|
Autumn, the year''s last, loveliest smile
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns
Sad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late Autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart
Autumn wins you best by this its mute
Appeal to sympathy for its decay
In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil. And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as from August to November.
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!
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
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.
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.
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.
A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air.
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together.
For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.