No other season charms us quite like autumn, with its magnificent tapestry of color and spectacle. There’s something magical about the way the leaves change from the monochromatic greens of summer to a vibrant palette of reds, oranges, and yellows in the fall.
The crunch of copper-hued leaves beneath our feet creates a soothing soundtrack as golden sunlight bathes everything it touches in a soft, ethereal glow. In her poem “Season of Glass,” Yoko Ono eloquently reminds us, “Autumn passes / and one remembers one’s reverence.” Fall is a time of transformation and introspection, a poignant reminder of the bountiful harvests and the cyclical nature of life.
These 14 quotes celebrate the beauty of autumn and encourage us to pause and savor the season’s simple pleasures: cozy fires, hearty meals, the company of family and friends, and the exquisite, fleeting splendor of the jewel-toned world around us.
It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.
As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
The wind picked up, and thousands upon thousands of yellow sycamore leaves broke from their life support and streamed across the sky. Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.
There was a discernible chill in the air now, and wet leaves were everywhere — in yards, on the sidewalks, in the street, stuck on cars. It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.
The crimson-crested maple, feathery elm, / And fair, smooth ash, with leaves of graceful gold, / Look like familiar faces of old friends.
Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees. Round and sweet, the apples reddened on the freighted boughs, and skies held a deeper, blue clarity.
And all the lives we ever lived / And all the lives to be, / Are full of trees and changing leaves.
The streaming vines appear, / While long and low the wind about them grieves; / The heart of Autumn must have broken here, / And poured its treasure out upon the leaves.
I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.
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 rusty leaves crunch and crackle, / Blue haze hangs from the dimmed sky, / The fields are matted with sun-tanned stalks — / Wind rushes by.
I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen / … / Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, / with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.
The maple tree in front of the doorstep burned like a gigantic red torch. The oaks along the roadway glowed yellow and bronze. The fields stretched like a carpet of jewels, emerald and topaz and garnet. Everywhere she walked the color shouted and sang around her.
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Kristina Wright
Kristina is a coffee-fueled writer living happily ever after with her family in the suburbs of Richmond, Virginia.
