Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.
Autumn wins you best by this, its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
The only thing more beautiful than the colors of fall is the silence that follows it.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.