~Albert Camus
~Edwin Way Teale ~Carol Bishop Hipps ~George Eliot
~Stanley Horowitz No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace ~John Donne
Eric Sloane
~George Cooper, "October's Party" ~Samuel Butler ~Elizabeth Lawrence - William Cullen Bryant September--2006 If you've seen enough of autumn beauty you can stop here. But if you love this glorious season as much as I do and would like to see more click on the link below ----
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter
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.
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all
As I have seen in one autumnal face.
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.
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
Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.
Everyone should take time to sit and watch the leaves turn. 
The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year
Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear.
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