The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.
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.
Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.
I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it.