| Autumn's Grace |
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| No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnal face. -- John Donne |
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| O suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June together, Ye cannons rival for one hour October's bright blue weather; When on the ground red apples lie in piles like jewels shining, And redder still on old stone walls are leaves of woodbine twining; When springs run low, and on the brooks, in idle golden freighting, Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush of woods, for winter waiting; O sun and skies and flowers of June, count all your boasts together, Love loveth best of all the year October's bright blue weather. -- Helen Hunt Jackson |
| 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. -- George Eliot |
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| Listen! the wind is rising and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves! -- Humbert Wolfe |
| Once more the liberal year laughs out o'er richer stores than gems or gold; Once more with harvest song and shout is nature's boldest triumph told. -- John Greenleaf Whittier |
| 'Tis pleasant on a fine spring morn to see the buds expand, 'Tis pleasant in the summer time to see the fruitful land; 'Tis pleasant on a winter's night to sit around the blaze, But what are joys like these, my friends, to merry autumn days! -- Charles Dickens |
| The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of autumn. -- John Greenleaf Whittier |
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| Come, said the wind to the leaves one day, Come to the meadows and we will play; Put on your dresses, scarlet and gold, For summer is gone and the days grow cold. -- Children's Song of the 1800's |
| A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air. -- Eric Sloane |
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| For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it's a time of sowing, of scattering abroad. -- Edwin Teale |
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