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

My sorrow,when she's here with me,
thinks these dark days of autumn
rain are beautiful as days can be;
she loves the bare,the withered tree;
she walks the sodden pasture lane.
Robert Frost

The teeming autumn big with rich
increase,bearing the wanton burden
of the prime like widowed wombs
after their lords decease.
Shakespeare

The cowherd sings softly
to himself all alone
while slow moving lowing
the cows leave behind them
Forever the great meadow ill
flowered by autumn.
Guillaume Apollinaire-Autumn Crocuses

Autumn...the wind blows
colder than summer.
Autumn ...my love's gone
with another.
Edgar Winter Group-Autumn

The blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and it's overturned the order of the soul. Leonard Cohen

"For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together.
For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad."
~Edwin Way Teale

"I love the fall. I love it because of the smells that you speak of; and also because things are dying, things that you don't have to take care of anymore, and the grass stops growing."
~Mark Van Doren

"Listen! the wind is rising,
and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings,
now for October eves!"
~Humbert Wolfe

"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

Here at the frontier, there are falling leaves.
Although my neighbours are all barbarians,
and you are a thousand miles away,
there are always two cups on my table.

Poem of the T'ang dynasty

Sixty-six times have these eyes beheld the changing seasons of Autumn.
I have said enough about moonlight,
Ask me no more.
Only listen to the voice of pines and cedars, when no wind stirs.
-- Ryo-Nen

The above verse is the last composition of Ryo-Nen, a Zen nun.

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much love, ight and laughter,
ananya.

*~ Sprinkle Joy ~* - Emerson

"The name of it is Autumn
The hue of it is Blood
An Artery upon the Hill
A Vein along the Road"
-Emily Dickinson

"Twisted Lust on fire, Love the Bastard Liar" -Cathedral

Autumn days come quickly, like the running of a hound upon the moor.

--Irish Cures, Mystic Charms & Superstitions
By Lady Wilde

Edit for spelling [moor, not more]. ~Aire

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HOW THE LEAVES CAME DOWN

I'll tell you how the leaves came down.
The great Tree to his children said:
"You're getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown,
Yes, very sleepy, little Red.
It is quite time to go to bed."

"Ah!" begged each silly, pouting leaf,
"Let us a little longer stay;
Dear Father Tree, behold our grief!
'Tis such a very pleasant day,
We do not want to go away."

So, just for one more merry day
To the great Tree the leaflets clung,
Frolicked and danced, and had their way,
Upon the autumn breezes swung,
Whispering all their sports among -

"Perhaps the great Tree will forget,
And let us stay until the spring,
If we all beg, and coax, and fret."
But the great Tree did no such thing;
He smiled to hear them whispering.

"Come, children, all to bed," he cried;
And ere the leaves could urge their prayer,
He shook his head, and far and wide,
Fluttering and rustling everywhere,
Down sped the leaflets through the air.

I saw them; on the ground they lay,
Golden and red, a huddled swarm,
Waiting till one from far away,
White bedclothes heaped upon her arm,
Should come to wrap them safe and warm.

The great bare Tree looked down and smiled.
"Goodnight dear little leaves," he said.
And from below each sleepy child
Replied, "Goodnight," and murmured,
"It is so nice to go to bed!"

~Susan Coolidge [1835-1905]

That night was the turning-point in the season. We had gone to bed in summer, and we awoke in autumn; for summer passes into autumn in some imaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf.
~Henry David Thoreau

In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!
~Robert Louis Stevenson, Autumn Fires

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 …

Excerpt from Autumn
By Thomas Hood

Autumn truly is what summer pretends to be: the best of all seasons. It is as glorious as summer is tedious; as subtle as summer is obvious; as refreshing as summer is wearying. Autumn seems like paradise.
~ Gregg Easterbrook

"All those golden autumn days the sky was full of wings. Wings beating low over the blue water of Silver Lake, wings beating high in the blue air far above it . . . bearing them all away to the green fields in the South."

Laura Ingalls Wilder (1867 - 1957) US author