So I have spent almost all the daylight hours in the open air. I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house. ~Elizabeth Anne Chase Akers Allen, "Married and Gone," The Sunset–song and other Verses, 1902 It is the funeral anthem of the dying year. There is a melancholy and continual roar in the tops of the tall pines. Orange, yellow, and scarlet, all are changed to one melancholy russet hue.
Their gorgeous tints are gone, as if the autumnal rains had washed them out. wafts to us the odor of forest leaves, that hang wilted on the dripping branches, or drop into the stream. But he comes like a warrior, with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. He comes not like a hermit, clad in gray. Magnificent Autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds. In every leaf that rustles 'neath my feet. Beauty lurks in all the dim old aisles of nature, and we discover it at last. While it robs them of life, it tears away the veil and reveals the golden gem of beauty and sweetness. Autumn is the dim shadow that clusters about the sweet, precious things that God has created in the realm of nature. The human soul is slow to discover the real excellence of things given to us by a bountiful Creator, and not until the shadows of death begin to gather around the object that we love, do we see its worth and beauty. Over everything connected with autumn there lingers some golden spell-some unseen influence that penetrates the soul with its mysterious power. The days may not be so bright and balmy-yet the quiet and melancholy that linger around them is fraught with glory. ~Elon Allan Richards, "When the Leaves Begin to Turn," The Poet Man, Et Cetera, 1913 ~Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742–1799), translated by Norman Alliston, 1908Īnd the Autumn clutches the forests greenīut the leaves are true to the Summer they love, ~Jules Barbey d'Aurevilly, Les DiaboliquesĪutumn repays the earth the leaves which summer lent it. Night, which in autumn seems to fall from the sky at once, it comes so quickly, chilled us, and we rolled ourselves in our cloaks. He sun declined, and we both fell into twilight silence. ~John Bailey, "Autumn," a haiku year, 2001, Everywhere God makes sweet and clean the earth with fire. All effete substances that have served their purpose in the old form are burnt up. By this autumn fire God every year purges the floor of nature. The golden harvest-fields are glowing in the heart of the furnace. Every blade of grass and every leaf in the woodlands is cast into the great oven of Nature and the bright colours of their fading are literally the flames of their consuming. Then the flame that is slowly and mysteriously consuming every green thing bursts into vivid radiance. In autumn this great conflagration becomes especially manifest. ~Trader Joe's, Fearless Flyer, October 2010, Ī hidden fire burns perpetually upon the hearth of the world. You did know this gourd-ish squash has its own season, right? Winter, Spring, Summer, Pumpkin.
No spring nor summer's beauty hath such grace ~George Eliot, letter to Miss Lewis, 1st October 1841 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. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonize. ~Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809–1894), "Autumn," The Atlantic Almanac, 1868 October, the extravagant sister, has ordered an immense amount of the most gorgeous forest tapestry for her grand reception. September is dressing herself in showy dahlias and splendid marigolds and starry zinnias. The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many. Dayton Wegefarth (1885–1973), "Autumn," Rainbow Verse: A Book of Helpful Sunny Philosophy, 1919 Tuthill, "Virginia Dare: Or, the Colony of Roanoke," 1840 The bright summer had passed away, and gorgeous autumn was flinging its rainbow-tints of beauty on hill and dale. S EE A LSO: AUGUST, SEPTEMBER, OCTOBER, NOVEMBER, PUMPKINS, PIE, SEASONS, SPRING, SUMMER, WINTER, COLD WEATHER, SNOW, FRUIT, NUTS, HALLOWEEN, THANKSGIVING, FOOTBALL –ღTerri Welcome to my perpetually-in-progress collection of quotations about autumn, the best season of the year!
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