by Curt Kovener
Here are some thoughts, observations, and poetic wisdom of others on the Autumnal Season.
•And all at once, summer collapsed into fall. – Oscar Wilde
•Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale. – Lauren DeStefano
•Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year. – Chad Sugg
•Sweater weather is better together.— Unknown
•Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground.— Andrea Gibson.
•Fall colors are funny. They’re so bright and intense and beautiful. It’s like nature is trying to fill you up with color, to saturate you so you can stockpile it before winter turns everything muted and dreary. – Siobhan Vivian.
•The Autumn is old; The withered leaves are flying; He hath gathered up gold, And now he is dying…Old age, begin sighing.— Thomas Hood
•What do you use to mend a jack-o-lantern? A pumpkin patch.— Unknown
•If I were a bird, I would fly about the Earth seeking the successive autumns.— George Eliot
•For anyone who lives in the oak—and—maple area of New England, there is a perennial temptation to plunge into a purple sea of adjectives about October.— Hal Borland
•Anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day.— Shira Tamir
•I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.— Henry David Thoreau
•Autumn leaves are falling, filling up the streets; golden colors on the lawn, nature’s trick or treat!— Rusty Fischer
•Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter’s pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.— Dorothy Parker
•Autumn wins you best by this, its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.— Robert Browning
•Autumn skies and pumpkin pies.— Unknown
•I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house. – Nathaniel Hawthorne
•As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see. – Vincent Van Gogh
•The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider.— Jane Hirshfield
•October’s poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter.— Nova Bair
•Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad? – Dodie Smith