Fall

*Authors are unknown, unless otherwise noted.

Autumn... the year's last, loveliest smile.

Leaves are falling all around ~
Red, yellow, orange, and brown.
Twirling, swirling to the ground ~
Look how many leaves I've found!

One of childhood's greatest pleasures is kicking through a pile of autumn leaves.
~ William Simpson

Leaves of amber, red and gold, the harbingers of coming cold.
~ Louise Home

"Come little leaves", said the wind one day,
"Come o'er the meadows with me and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold -
For summer is gone and the days grow cold."

A little elf sat in a tree,
Painting leaves to throw at me.
Leaves of yellow and leaves of red,
Came tumbling down about my head.

Leaves in the autumn came tumbling down,
Scarlet and yellow, russet and brown.
Leaves in the garden were swept in a heap,
Trees were undressing ready for sleep.

October's the month when the smallest breeze
Gives us a shower of autumn leaves.
Bonfires and pumpkins, leaves sailing down -
October is red and golden and brown.

October leaves are lovely,
They rustle when I run.
Sometimes I make a heap,
And jump in them for fun!

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
~ Camus

Well, the leaves have come to turning
And the goose has gone to fly
And bridges are for burning
So don't you let that yearning
Pass you by...
~ James Taylor

September, the harvest month… Summer is over and autumn has arrived.
~ Cynthia Wickham

A fallen leaf is nothing more than a summer's wave goodbye.

Autumn winds begin to blow;
Colored leaves fall fast and slow.
Twirling, whirling all around.
Till at last, they touch the ground.

For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together.
For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
~ Edwin Way Teale

It was one of those perfect English autumnal days
which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
~ P. D. James

There is a harmony in autumn and a lustre in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
~ P. Shelley

Autumn is a season followed immediately by looking forward to Spring.

Listen! The wind is rising,
and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings,
now for October eves!
~ Humbert Wolfe

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

In the garden, autumn is indeed the crowning glory of the year bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil. And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as from August to November.
~ Rose G. Kingsley, The Autumn Garden, 1905

No Spring nor Summer Beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face.
~ John Donne

October's poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter.
~ Nova Bair

Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.
~ Elizabeth Lawrence

Autumn is the bite of the harvest apple.
~ Christina Petrowsky

Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.
~ S. Butler

May the bounty of the season fill your heart and your home.

The milkweed pods are breaking,
And the bits of silken down
Float off upon the autumn breeze
Across the meadows brown.
~ Cecil Cavendish

The fields are harvested and bare,
And winter whistles through the square.
October dresses in flame and gold,
Like a woman afraid of growing old.
Now the autumn days are gone
Frost is sparkling on the lawn.
Windows winking cheerful lights
Warm the cold November nights.
~ Anne Lawler

An Autumn Day
On such a day each road is planned
To lead to some enchanted land;
Each turning meets expectancy.
The signs I read on every hand.
I know by autumn's wizardry
On such a day the world can be
Only a great glad dream for me--
Only a great glad dream for me!
~ Eleanor Myers Jewett

By all these lovely tokens
September days are here
With summer's best of weather
And autumn's best of cheer.
Ere, in the northern gale,
The summer tresses of the trees are gone,
The woods of autumn, all around our vale,
Have put their glory on.
~ William Cullen Bryant

October's Party
October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came-
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
~ George Cooper

Bonfire Days
Ho! For the leaves that eddy down,
Crumpled yellow and withered brown,
Hither and yonder and up the street
And trampled under the passing feet;
Swirling, billowing, drifting by,
With a whisper soft and a rustling sigh,
Starting aloft to windy ways,
Telling the coming of bonfire days.
~ Grace Strickler Dawson

I sit here a singin',
all perched in my tree,
the words are not there,
but the lyrics are free,
a sweet morning song,
to the pleasure of all,
a cool and bright morning,
New England in fall.
The leaves are all parting,
the days they grow short,
the colors of Autumn;
before Winter's retort,
the splendor is there,
for all to come see,
won't you visit New England,
and spend Autumn with me?

Trees arrayed in gowns all bright,
Geese that honk in southern flight,
Nippy nights and brisk fall days -
Earth with beauty is ablaze.
Farmers gather in their yields
Children play in leaves fresh raked,
Begging fall's last apples baked.
Earth is fired with gold and red,
Though she soon will be put to bed.
God gives vivid promise true -
Spring will see earth born anew.
~ Louise Corder

As I was walking down the street,
Something fell beside my feet.
I stopped and looked into the air,
Leaves were falling everywhere!
Brown, yellow, red, orange, gold, and green . . .
The colors of autumn;
An awesome scene!

One of the nicest beds I know
isn't a bed of soft white snow,
isn't a bed of cool green grass
after the noisy mowers pass,
isn't a bed of yellow hay
making me itch for half a day--
but autumn leaves in a pile that high,
deep, and smelling like fall, and dry.
That's the bed where I like to lie
and watch the flutters go by.
~ Aileen Fisher

Oh, the glory of this autumn day
When the trees unfold their gold.
Oh, how lifted is my spirit
When such beauty I behold!

When autumn wind goes running
It does some magic things,
It gives the shadows dancing shoes,
It gives the bright leaves wings -
When autumn wind goes running.
It curls the bonfire's tail of smoke
And shares a little whispered joke,
With cornstalks who delight to prattle
It turns a seed pod into a rattle -
When autumn wind goes running.
Autumn leaves float quietly down
And form a carpet on the ground.
But when those leaves are stepped upon,
Listen for the crackling sound.

September's Song
The September song is played on the chords
Of winds rustling through the trees,
Creating a melody low and sweet
Of whisperings in the breeze.
There is rhythmic harmony in the leaves
That, turning yellow and brown,
Are keeping tuneful and lyrical time
As they come tumbling down.
~Virginia Katherine Oliver