Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.
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.
Every leaf is a flower in the autumn.
Autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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 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 burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.
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.
I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it.