635 Quotes About Autumn

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

I saw old Autumn in the misty mornStand shadowless like silence, listeningTo silence, for no lonely bird would singInto his hollow ear from woods forlorn,Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn; --Shaking his languid locks all dewy brightWith tangled gossamer that fell by night,Pearling his coronet of golden corn.

At the MoorWanderer in the black wind; quietly the dry reeds whisperIn the stillness of the moor. In the gray skyA flock of wild birds follows;Slanting over gloomy waters.Turmoil. In decayed hutThe spirit of putrescence flutters with black wings.Crippled birches in the autumn wind.Evening in deserted tavern. The way home is scented all aroundBy the soft gloom of grazing herds;Apparition of the night; toads plunge from brown waters.

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.

SLEEPING ON A NIGHT OF AUTUMN RAINIt's cold this night in autumn's third month,Peacefully within, a lone old man.He lies down late, the lamp already gone out,And beautifully sleeps amid the sound of rain.The ash inside the vessel still warm from the fire,Its fragrance increases the warmth of quilt and covers.When dawn comes, clear and cold, he does not rise,The red frosted leaves cover the steps.

Winter is copper, autumn is bronze, spring is silver, and summer is gold.

I was supposed to be part of a story, but I fell from there like a leaf in autumn.

Easter blessingsAll life’s sacrifices like autumn leavesawaken our sensesand power to love and be wholeOur Mother Earth, Our Father Skyembraces our happiness and laughterPraise be to freedom and life’s seasonsPraise be to Christ’s freedom song

The north wind roaring down in October is cruel and cold and reminds you again — as the sea has a way of doing — that nature does not care for man. And somehow that makes the red and yellow leaves and the blue, deceptive noons all the sweeter and more precious because living is so dangerous and so short and can be so bitter.