199 Autumn Quotes to Fall Deeply and Spectacularly in Love With

Jared Jeric dela Cruz

The hot and humid days of Summer are nearly over, and a new season is almost upon us. Autumn is on her way, bringing with her all the beauty and wonder of the season of turning leaves.

Soon, the weather will cool, and the days ahead will be full of mellow sunshine and brisk air.

Soon, the trees will shed their green garments and slip into warm clothes of red and yellow, and all the countryside will be painted over in bright and bold tones of scarlet, saffron, gold, and russet.

And soon enough, it will be time to don sweaters and scarves and thick, woolen socks, drink hot chocolate by the mugful, and go leaf peeping and apple picking and pumpkin carving.

Yes, Autumn, or Fall, however you call her, is indeed a magical time. And to welcome the season and celebrate her arrival, I’ve put together a compilation of autumn quotes that you’re guaranteed to fall deeply and spectacularly in love with.

These autumn quotes are some of the most impressive, insightful, and indelible quotes and sayings ever written about the season, penned or uttered by no less than some of the most remarkable authors, poets, and artists in the world.

And this compilation of autumn quotes has something to suit your every mood or motive. Whether you’re looking for ecstatic autumn quotes as bright and blissful as maple leaves in fall, thoughtful autumn quotes as wise and sagacious as a great oak crowned in red foliage, or sentimental autumn quotes as pensive and nostalgic as autumn mist, you’re bound to find them here.

That being said, go ahead and browse through the selection, and may these autumn quotes give you inspiration, and a renewed sense of love, joy, and appreciation, for the season of gold trees and scarlet leaves.

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“A brisk autumn breeze flowed past, bringing with it scents from the city below: bread and cinnamon and oranges; roast meats and salt. Nesta inhaled, identifying each one, wondering how they could all somehow combine to create a singular sense of autumn.” – Sarah J. Maas

“A friend you are, sweet autumn day; to never falter, in my soul you stay.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“A journey into autumn’s deep puts all my worries fast asleep.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“A moral character is attached to autumnal scenes; the leaves falling like our years, the flowers fading like our hours, the clouds fleeting like our illusions, the light diminishing like our intelligence, the sun growing colder like our affections, the rivers becoming frozen like our lives – all bear secret relations to our destinies.” – François-René de Chateaubriand

“A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.” – E. E. Cummings

“After the keen still days of September, the October sun filled the world with mellow warmth…The maple tree in front of the doorstep burned like a gigantic red torch. The oaks along the roadway glowed yellow and bronze. The fields stretched like a carpet of jewels, emerald and topaz and garnet. Everywhere she walked the color shouted and sang around her…In October any wonderful unexpected thing might be possible.” – Elizabeth George Speare

“All at once, it seemed, the leaves of cottonwood trees around the cabin turned golden and whispered to themselves, then curled into black flutes and floated to the ground in crispy, lacy heaps.” – Kristin Hannah

“An autumn garden has a sadness when the sun is not shining…” – Francis Brett Young

“And all at once, summer collapsed into fall.” – Oscar Wilde

“And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves…” – Virginia Woolf

“And I rose
In rainy autumn
And walked abroad in a shower of all my days…” – Dylan Thomas

“And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears – the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?” – Mervyn Peake

“And the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep and autumn was awakened.” – Raquel Franco

“And the sunsets of Autumn – are they not gorgeous beyond description? More so than the brightest dreams of poetry?” – Charles Lanman

“And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.” – William Cullen Bryant

“And there autumn met me with the loveliest of winds; but a heart blown asunder because her leaves would fall again.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Another fall, another turned page…” – Wallace Stegner

“Anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day.” – Shira Tamir

“Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.” – Truman Capote

“As I travel, an autumn wanderer, my heart flutters in leaves of gold.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas, and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see.” – Vincent Van Gogh

“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.” – Rainer Maria Rilke

“Autumn arose and my soul bloomed.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn blustered into town, a vibrant folk artist with a bluesy sound.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.” – Faith Baldwin

“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.” – Jim Bishop

“Autumn colors my soul in the loveliest shades.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn doesn’t always promise that winter will come, but she works hard until every colored leaf has reached its destination.” – Terri Guillemets

“Autumn dresses up in gold, the richest season of the soul.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn embraces change, even as she is falling to pieces.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn fires up her hearth, burning beauty onto earth.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn flew with fire and sun until her last breath was said and done.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn glows upon us like a splendid evening; it is the very sunset of the year.” – Mary Russell Mitford

“Autumn has come to unveil her truest beauty, all the while dying, still dreaming of love.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn is a painting come undone. She moves past her canvas, leaves falling as she runs.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn is a season followed immediately by looking forward to spring.” – Doug Larson

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” – Albert Camus

“Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.” – Rémy de Gourmont

“Autumn’s humming with the wind a soulful lullaby; as heartbroken trees shed their leaves in a tear-stained goodbye.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don’t remember summer even saying goodbye.” – David Mitchell

“Autumn is no time to lie alone.” – Murasaki Shikibu

“Autumn is springtime in reverse.” – Terri Guillemets

“Autumn is the antidote to stifling summer.” – Terri Guillemets

“Autumn is the best kind of lonely.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn is the best season in which to sniff, and to sniff for pleasure, for this is the season of universal pungency.” – Bertha Damon

“Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground.” – Andrea Gibson

“Autumn’s the mellow time.” – William Allingham

“Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.” – Samuel Butler

“Autumn knows a mother’s heart. It gives and then lets go.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn leaves are falling, filling up the streets; golden colors on the lawn, nature’s trick or treat!” – Rusty Fischer

“Autumn leaves don’t fall, they fly. They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar.” – Delia Owens

“Autumn lingered on as if fond of its own perfection.” – Winston Graham

“Autumn leaves shower like gold, like rainbows, as the winds of change begin to blow, signaling the later days of autumn.” – Dan Millman

“Autumn mornings: sunshine and crisp air, birds and calmness, year’s end and day’s beginnings.” – Terri Guillemets

“Autumn paints emotion like no other season.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.” – Yoko Ono

“Autumn recalls childhood dreams, deepening the colors.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.” – J. K. Rowling

“Autumn set her leaves ablaze with sunlit color on the sky’s blue face.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn shades the earth with lovely leaves, indelible pages of her love story.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn, that wild season when rural men rack orchard trees with sticks and weep with the desire to kiss faraway Demeter’s supple breasts – to set lips to her travel-swollen eyes.” – Roman Payne

“Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron, and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under the harvest skies.” – Sharon Kay Penman

“Autumn…the year’s last, loveliest smile.” – William Cullent Bryant

“Autumn. Time to dim the sunlight, cue the moody fog, and watch nature’s most charming story unfold.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn tucked me in her woodland home, a honeyed spot for my soul to roam.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn was ripening, and the forest grew crisp. So deep my soul ventured, I returned with her scent.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn whispered to the wind, ‘I fall but always rise again.’” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn will not yield to Winter until her last leaf falls with splendor.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn, you blush my heart with a beauty that travels through my dreams year-round.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn’s final color honors the bare soul of winter.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn’s earliest frost had given
To the woods below
Hues of beauty, such as heaven
Lendeth to its bow;
And the soft breeze from the west
Scarcely broke their dreamy rest.” – John Greenleaf Whittier

“Autumn’s soul is deep and true.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Autumn’s woods are weary; her leaves strewn like fallen prayers.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.” – Stephen King

“By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather
And autumn’s best of cheer.” – Helen Hunt Jackson

“‘Come, little leaves,’ said the wind one day,
‘Come o’er the meadows with me and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
For summer is gone and the days grow cold.’” – George Cooper

“Dancing of the autumn leaves on a surface of a lake is a dream we see when we are awake.” – Mehmet Murat ildan

“Days decrease,
And autumn grows, autumn in everything.” – Robert Browning

“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.” – George Eliot

“Designers want me to dress like spring, in billowing things. I don’t feel like spring. I feel like a warm red autumn.” – Marilyn Monroe

“Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.” – Nora Ephron

“Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.” – Elizabeth Lawrence

“Every footstep into fall, fills my soul with undying awe.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.” – Emily Brontë

“Fall colors are funny. They’re so bright and intense and beautiful. It’s like nature is trying to fill you up with color, to saturate you so you can stockpile it before winter turns everything muted and dreary.” – Siobhan Vivian

“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.” – Lauren DeStefano

“Finally, she mused that human existence is as brief as the life of autumn grass, so what was there to fear from taking chances with your life?” – Mo Yan

“For anyone who lives in the oak-and-maple area of New England, there is a perennial temptation to plunge into a purple sea of adjectives about October.” – Hal Borland

“Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.” – Walt Whitman

“Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them –
The summer flowers depart –
Sit still – as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.” – Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“Happiness is a crackling fire, a cozy book, a cup of hot cocoa, and an autumnal nook.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn – that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness – that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.” – Jane Austen

“How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.” – John Burroughs

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” – L. M. Montgomery

“I am struck by the simplicity of light in the atmosphere in the autumn, as if the earth absorbed none, and out of this profusion of dazzling light came the autumnal tints.” – Henry David Thoreau

“I ate breakfast in the kitchen by candle-light, and then drove the five miles to the station through the most glorious October colouring. The sun came up on the way, and the swamp maples and dogwood glowed crimson and orange and the stone walls and cornfields sparkled with hoar frost; the air was keen and clear and full of promise. I knew something was going to happen.” – Jean Webster

“I can smell autumn dancing in the breeze. The sweet chill of pumpkin, and crisp sunburnt leaves.” – Ann Drake

“…I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house. So I have spent almost all the daylight hours in the open air.” – Nathaniel Hawthorne

“I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.” – Virginia Woolf

“I hope I can be the autumn leaf, who looked at the sky and lived. And when it was time to leave, gracefully it knew life was a gift.” – Dodinsky

“I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tone mellower, its colours richer, and it is tinged a little with sorrow and a premonition of death. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and is content. From a knowledge of those limitations and its richness of experience emerges a symphony of colours, richer than all, its green speaking of life and strength, its orange speaking of golden content and its purple of resignation and death.” – Lin Yutang

‘‘I love autumn’, Emily said to me. ‘It wins you over with its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.’” – Nicholas Sparks

“I love the autumn – that melancholy season that suits memories so well. When the trees have lost their leaves, when the sky at sunset still preserves the russet hue that fills with gold the withered grass, it is sweet to watch the final fading of the fires that until recently burnt within you.” – Michael Caine

“I love the start of autumn when the trees in my garden change the colour of their leaves in one last dazzling display.” – Michael Caine

“I love thee, Autumn, for thy scenery, ere
The blasts of winter chase the varied dyes
That gayly deck the slow-declining year;
I love the splendour of thy sunset skies,
The gorgeous hues that tinge each falling leaf,
Lovely as Beauty’s cheek, as woman’s love too brief;” – William Cullen Bryant

“I loved autumn, the season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it.” – Lee Maynard

“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.” – Thomas Hood

“I see the turning of a leaf dancing in an autumn sun, and brilliant shades of crimson glowing when the day is done.” – Hazelmarie Mattie Elliot

“I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.” – Wendy Delsol

“I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.” – Henry David Thoreau

“If a year was tucked inside of a clock, then autumn would be the magic hour.” – Victoria Erickson

“If I should fall in autumn’s spell, leave me in her enchanted womb; until winter wakes my blissful soul with a magical snow-laced moon.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love – that makes life and nature harmonize.” – George Eliot

“It’s autumn in New York that brings the promise of true love.” – Ella Fitzgerald

“It’s the first day of autumn! A time of hot chocolatey mornings, and toasty marshmallow evenings, and, best of all, leaping into leaves!” – Winnie the Pooh

“It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.” – Sarah Addison Allen

“It may be that God is reminding me that I am approaching my November. Well, why regret it? November has beauty, has seen the harvest into the barns, even laid by next year’s seed. No need to fret about not being allowed to stay and sow it, someone else will do that. So go contentedly into the earth with the moist, gentle, skeletal leaves, worn to cobweb fragility, like the skins of very old men, that bruise and stain at the mere brushing of the breeze, and flower into brown blotches as the leaves into rotting gold. The colors of late autumn are the colors of the sunset: the farewell of the year and the farewell of the day. And of the life of man? Well, if it ends in a flourish of gold, that is no bad ending.” – Ellis Peters

“It rained in Hampshire yesterday, a soft autumn storm that brought down hardly any leaves. The dahlias are no longer in stem, and frost has withered the chrysanthemums, but the air smells divine, like old leaves and wet bark, and ripe apples. Have you ever noticed that each month has its own smell? May and October are the nicest-smelling months, in my opinion.” – Lisa Kleypas

“It was a beautiful, bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.” – Diana Gabaldon

“It was one of those days you sometimes get latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot, and there is a bracing tang in the air that sends the blood beetling briskly through the veins.” – P. G. Wodehouse

“It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.” – P. D. James

“It was one of those perfect New York October afternoons, when the explosion of oranges and yellows against the bright blue sky makes you feel like your life is passing through your fingers, that you’ve felt this autumn-feeling before and you’ll probably get to feel it again, but one day you won’t anymore, because you’ll be dead.” – Sarah Dunn

“Just as a painter needs light in order to put the finishing touches to his picture, so I need an inner light, which I feel I never have enough of in the autumn.” – Leo Tolstoy

“Let autumn leaves fall to the depth of my soul, a reminder to live with wisdom aglow.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Let whoever wants to, relax in the south,
And bask in the garden of paradise.
Here is the essence of north – and it’s autumn
I’ve chosen as this year’s friend.” – Anna Akhmatova

“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Listen! The wind is rising,
and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings,
Now for October eves.” – Humbert Wolfe

“Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.” – Chad Sugg

“Many say autumn is by far the most spectacular season in Lanark County. During these brief few weeks Mother Nature paints our landscape with her most vivid palette, colouring our trees with broad strokes of the richest crimsons, fiery oranges, and the sunniest yellows, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind that these sugar maples are the crown jewels of our forests.” – Arlene Stafford-Wilson

“My heart is drumming in my chest so hard it aches, but it’s the good kind of ache, like the feeling you get on the first real day of autumn, when the air is crisp and the leaves are all flaring at the edges and the wind smells just vaguely of smoke – like the end and the beginning of something all at once.” – Lauren Oliver

“My soul lives in the heart of autumn’s immortal dream.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Night, which in Autumn seems to fall from the sky so suddenly, chilled us…” – Jules Barbey d’Aurevilly

“Nostalgia – that’s the Autumn,
Dreaming through September
Just a million lovely things
I always will remember.” – Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis

“Notice that autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.” – Friedrich Nietzsche

“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.” – William Allingham

“October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!” – Rainbow Rowell

“October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came –
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.” – George Cooper

“October, here’s to you. Here’s to the heady aroma of the frost-kissed apples, the winey smell of ripened grapes, the wild-as-the-wind smell of hickory nuts and the nostalgic whiff of that first wood smoke.” – Ken Weber

“October proved a riot, a riot to the senses and climaxed those giddy last weeks before Halloween.” – Keith Donohue

“October, the extravagant sister, has ordered an immense amount of the most gorgeous forest tapestry for her grand reception.” – Oliver Wendell Holmes

“October’s poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter.” – Nova S. Blair

“Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him.” – Hal Borland

“On a bare branch
A crow is perched –
Autumn evening.” – Bashō

“Once in a while I am struck
all over again… by just how blue
the sky appears … on wind-played
autumn mornings, blue enough
to bruise a heart.” – Sanober Khan

“Only lovers
see the fall
a signal end to endings
a gruffish gesture alerting
those who will not be alarmed
that we begin to stop
in order simply
to begin
again.” – Maya Angelou

“Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild thing.” – Elizabeth Cohen

“Rustle, rustle, autumn’s here.
So wander in the magic,
and keep hope near.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“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-eves run;” – John Keats

“See it, smell it, taste, it, and forget the time of day or year. Autumn needs no clock or calendar.” – Hal Borland

“September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours, but in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn.” – Rowland E. Robinson

“She fell into an autumn romance; her soul a harvest moon glowing to his vintage slow dance.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.” – Sarah Addison Allen

“She loved the fall, all the sun-faded colors of summer repainted by vivid reds and golds still clinging fragilely to branches that would soon be covered with snow.” – Naomi Ragen

“Sheer madness strikes the scarlet oak tree for her heart to bleed such lovesick leaves.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.” – Georg Trakl

“Spring is beautiful, and summer is perfect for vacations, but autumn brings a longing to get away from the unreal things of life, out into the forest at night with a campfire and the rustling leaves.” – Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

“Steam rising underneath a canopy of whispering, changing aspens; starlight in the clear, dark night, and wondrous beauty in every direction. If only all could feel this way, to be so captured and enthralled with autumn.” – Donna Lynn Hope

“Steer me to an autumn path to travel all alone. Fall leaves the finest company; rustling in my heart like home.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Such days of autumnal decline hold a strange mystery which adds to the gravity of all our moods.” – Charles Nodie

“Summer and fall waltzed to the wind in a stolen sweet romance.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Summer dashed off, her sundress flowing with greens; while Autumn slipped into a gown with jeweled seams.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Take me on a road trip to autumn.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward … The trees overhead made a great sound of letting down their dry rain.” – Ray Bradbury

“The bright summer had passed away, and gorgeous autumn was flinging its rainbow-tints of beauty on hill and dale.” – Cornelia l. Tuthill

“The fairies glimmer in autumn’s deep woods; tucked in the magical nooks of an enchanted childhood.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“The first breath of autumn was in the air, a prodigal feeling, a feeling of wanting, taking, and keeping before it is too late.” – J. L. Carr

“The goldenrod is yellow,
The corn is turning brown…
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.” – Helen Hunt Jackson

“The heart of autumn must have broken here, and poured its treasure upon the leaves.” – Charlotte Bates

“The heat of autumn
is different from the heat of summer.
One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider.” – Jane Hirshfield

“The leaves are changing; I feel poetry in the air.” – Laura Jaworski

“The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.” – Henry Beston

“The leaves on the trees we approached were a molten gold, like an artist had taken a sunset and poured it over the forest, and the crisp smell of the coming winter floated on the autumn breeze. It was early afternoon, and the birds sang bright and loud in the treetops.” – Ashley Poston

“The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn’t ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age; for the sake of Eden; to please the moon for all I know.” – Elizabeth Coatsworth

“The smell of burning firewood and the molding of organic, earthy substances reminded her of jumping wildly into the enormous leaf piles of autumns past and she suddenly wished that it was appropriate for someone her age to do such a thing.” – Abby Slovin

“The tints of autumn…a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.” – John Greenleaf Whittier

“The winter will be short, the summer long,
The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot,
Tasting of cider and of scuppernong.” – Elinor Wylie

“There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster 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

“There is a particular kind of afternoon sun that exists only in autumn. A golden light drapes itself over the world of that hour. It falls through the afternoon sky, fine and faint as a swirl of cigarette smoke caught in the wind, nearly transparent. So sweet, that light, insisting softly, goldly against the windows.” – Ayana Mathis

“There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air, and time is quiet and mellow.” – Rudolfo Anaya

“There’s an endless autumn in me,
scenting my thoughts like campfire smoke.” – Jarod K. Anderson

“There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood –
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.” – Bliss Carman

“There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.” – Joe L. Wheeler

“There is something so special in the early leaves drifting from the trees – as if we are all to be allowed a chance to peel, to refresh, to start again.” – Ruth Ahmed

“There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing … The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all low to the ground. Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays.” – Elizabeth Gaskell

“Though Autumn’s weathered end drew near, she graced her land beyond all fear.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Trees still grow after letting dead things go.” – Darnell Lamont Walker

“Twirl me into autumn’s wind, as leaves fly dressed in precious gems.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable…the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street…by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.” – Hal Borland

“Use what you have, use what the world gives you. Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter’s deadness; harvest; orange, gold, amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: apples bubbling into sauce, roasting squash, cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, warmth itself. The leaves as they spark into wild color just before they die are the world’s oldest performance art, and everything we see is celebrating one last violently hued hurrah before the black and white silence of winter.” – Shauna Niequist

“What does autumn go on paying for
with so much yellow money?” – Pablo Neruda

“What is sometimes called a
tongue of flame
or an arm extended burning
is only the long
red and orange branch of
a green maple
in early September.” – Grace Paley

“When Autumn grieves, she bows her head, so rainbow tears fall gently on her leaf bed.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“When Autumn’s work is nearly done, charmed trees fall asleep; Old Man Winter comes.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?” – L. M. Montgomery

“Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?” – Dodie Smith

“Wild is the music of the autumnal winds amongst the faded woods.” – William Wordsworth

“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and autumn a mosaic of them all.” – Stanley Horowitz

“You are autumn in my soul, a faded love note from long ago.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby

“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.” – Ernest Hemingway

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