Autumn,
the year's last, loveliest smile.
William Cullen Bryant |
Autumn
burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the
trees.
Faith Baldwin |
Every
leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree. Emily Bronte |
Autumn's
the mellow time.
William Allingham |
October
is a symphony of permanence and change.
Bonaro W. Overstreet |