“The leaves are changing; I feel poetry in the air.”
― Laura Jaworski

“I cannot explain what a prayer is.
But I know how to kneel in the grass
with the fallen leaves,
How to ask back and how to let go,
and how to get the sunset in my veins,
drop by drop, every day more.

And maybe some day I will learn,
to give like trees in autumn,
until my own dissolution.
Everything will eventually go away
And it will always be too soon.”
― Monica Laura Rapeanu, The Void That Reflects Your Beauty

“When nature looks so philosophical, you know you're in the autumn!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“I think the seasons complete me-
for once autumn comes
I can fall freely
along with every leave.
I do not have to bloom,
yet, I must die
in every delicate line of October.”
― Laura Chouette

“I cannot explain what a prayer is
but I know how to kneel down into the grass
with the fallen leaves,
how to ask back and how to let go,
and how to get the sunset in my veins,
drop by drop, every day more.
And maybe some day I will learn,
to give much more, like trees in autumn,
until my own dissolution.”
― Monica Laura Rapeanu, The Void That Reflects Your Beauty

“Autumn is a visual gift given by nature to raise the morale of human beings who is worried as they enter the dark days of winter!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Autumn is a beautiful but sad poem that dying leaves recite with great enthusiasm so that the world will remember them as they bid farewell to the world!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The leaves are pointed down to the ground, but not to the touch until stormy, but to shade only in the lines of the lines. Where is your philosophy that you are talking about but you do not know their real meaning just justified. You must know whose part the darkness is or not.
(Journal:Poem) Reality.
By theamitkumarswords”
― theamitkumarswords

“When the leaves start to fall, our heart beat starts to rise.”
― B.K. Sweeting

“Autumn questions: Does a dead leaf have a dream? Does she want to return to her green tree again? Does she want to drift in the wind and travel the world? Or does she want to meet other dead leaves? Maybe she just wants to get into the frame of a photo and become immortal?”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Fall comes with different colors to challenge a green Summer”
― Neamat Alishiryan

“Sometimes a very strong wind blows; the leaves attached to their homes resist to stay on the branch! But sometimes a very gentle wind blows and leaves who want to embark on adventure leave themselves in the void! When the time comes, if you do not leave your favourite places and your loved ones, you will never discover the richness of life!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The little trees, the sapling sugar maples and the baby red oaks squatting close to the ground, were the first to turn, as if green were a feat of strength, and the smallest weaken first.

Early in October, the Virginia creeper had suddenly drenched in alizarin crimson the tumbled boulder wall at the back of her property, where the bog began; the drooping parallel daggers of the sumac then showed a red suffused with orange.

Like the slow sound of a great gong, yellow overspread the woods, from the tan of beech and ash to the hickory’s spotty gold and the Hat butter color of the mitten-shaped leaves of the sassafras, mitten that can have a thumb or two or none.”
― John Updike, A&P: Lust in the Aisles

“Many say autumn is by far the most spectacular season in Lanark County. During these brief few weeks Mother Nature paints our landscape with her most vivid palette, colouring our trees with broad strokes of the richest crimsons, fiery oranges, and the sunniest yellows, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that these sugar maples are the crown jewels of our forests.”
― Arlene Stafford-Wilson, Lanark County Comfort

“The Passing by Stewart Stafford

In the gorgeous death of Autumn,
Tree-bowed alms for the wind,
Sacrificing eye-catching features,
Now primed for Winter, skinned.

Organic shaded palaces looted,
Shells of once-shimmering things,
Shorn of their prettified plumage,
Until born again the following Spring.

Everything is recycled in Nature,
Dead leaves compost the soil,
Turning wheel of rampant Summer,
No memories in the humid broil.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Autumn leaves fall from the tree, disappear with the wind, but then reappear on the tree and disappear again. Memories are like that, first they fall off the tree of the mind and disappear, and then they reappear and disappear again!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“We are the Roots of the tree on which you flourish. Go on rejoicing in your beauty! But remember there is this difference between us that with every autumn the old Leaves die, and with every spring new Leaves are born; but if the Roots once perish neither you nor the tree can live at all.”
― Ivan Krylov

“Yes, autumn has come again, you thought that it will always be summer, you thought that life will go like this, but here comes autumn and it reminds you again: There is winter in life, there is the end of life!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“If you throw autumn leaves on a joyful soul, that soul will become even more joyful; if you throw autumn leaves on a sad soul, that soul will become even sadder!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The autumn leaves remind me of my own faded memories.
The leaves hold their own precious stories,
which drift about in the wind,
finding a new place to settle
and continue to exist.

The bare branches of the elm tree
still stand tall and strong, like I do.
It is a reminder that life still continues
even during the most adverse times.

As I land gently on the grassy plain,
my attention is drawn to the sight of fallen autumn leaves,
floating across the steady stream of water.

Sherwin has presented me with
many of these beautiful leaves in the past.
They are symbols of our steadfast endurance as a couple
and bring warmth and joy to my heart.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“I have never seen a sight as moving as the fallen leaves bouncing in the wind.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“Autumn makes me take off my shoes and walk on the crunchy leaves of time.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“Imagine that the forests disappear from the earth! Then, who will remember the November without the magnificent autumn trees, who will long for it to come?”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“September Bliss!!!

Autumn leaves and dancing trees”
― Charmaine J Forde

“Elysian Way by Stewart Stafford

An eviction deadline decree,
A woodpecker broadcast,
Winter, the incoming actor,
About to enter a clean stage.

The powder blue sky framed,
Fall's aurum, russet and ochre,
Dripping opalescent raindrops,
A red wedding's spangled confetti.

Leaves shushed and shimmered,
In moving vertical waves of surf,
Trees shrugged slowly to begin,
The organic haircut of the ages.

Leaves plunged, spun and floated,
Fallen comrades littered the grass,
Half-assed, surprise resurrections,
As swirling spectral mini vortexes.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved”
― Stewart Stafford

“God has designed the world in a way that illustrates 'yet'; the green leaves lose their colour, but reveal one true colour that's been there all along.”
― Rachael Newham, And Yet: Finding Joy in Lament

“As the leaves fall and the trees hustle to let go of their summer finery, the sound of autumn is a reminder that sometimes letting go is necessary for growth.”
― Ajaz Ahmad Khawaja

“Do the leaves want autumn to come? Who wants to die? If you gave a leaf a chance to keep it from turning yellow, what leaf would reject it?”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“I recall
the gentle
whispers
of the
autumn wind
and our
long walks
on crunchy
leaves.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“Autumn has come, bringing its blood-drop berries, its acorns and walnuts, its spiders' webs. The sap is falling, as the trees draw their nutrients back inside, readying themselves for their long, enchanted sleep, whilst their leaves--- which in their youth were simply green--- each seem to become unique, in their last hours: blotched, spotted, blush-tipped, pocked, crinkled; the colors of gingerbread, bearskin, pumpkin, ram's fur, porridge, a bloodstained key.”
― Clare Pollard, The Modern Fairies