Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
The heart of autumn must have broken here, and poured its treasure upon the leaves.
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
Autumn wins you best by this, its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.
Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go.
How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.