How beautiful leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. John Burrough.
Every leave speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn. Emily Bronte.
Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn. Elizabeth Lawrence.
Autumn is a second spring when every leave is a flower. Albert Camus.
Winter is an etching, spring is a watercolour, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. Stanley Harowitz.
Autumn winds begin to blow. Coloured leaves fall fast and slow.
Whirling, twirling all around,
Till at last they touch the ground.
Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.
William Callen Bryant