Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.
When witches go riding, and black cats are seen, the moon laughs and whispers, 'tis near Halloween.
Get ready to make your porch the envy of the neighborhood with your carved pumpkin display!
I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.
I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.
There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.
Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn.
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 the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.