"Delicious autumn! My soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns!"
“For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad. ”
Edwin Way Teale
“Ho! for the leaves that eddy down, Crumpled yellow and withered brown, Hither and yonder and up the street And trampled under the passing feet; Swirling, billowing, drifting by, With a whisper soft and a rustling sigh, Starting aloft to windy ways, Telling the coming of bonfire days. ”