- But it's a long, long while
From May to December;
And the days grow short
When you reach September.
1888–1959 American dramatist: ‘September Song’ (1938 song)
- Early autumn—
rice field, ocean,
1644–94 Japanese poet: tr. Lucien Stryk
- Now is the time for the burning of the leaves. 1869–1943 English poet: ‘The Ruins’ (1942)
- Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
1818–48 English novelist and poet: ‘Fall, leaves, fall’
- Martha: ‘What is autumn?’ Jan: ‘A second spring, where every leaf is a flower.’
Théâtre, récits, nouvelles (1967) ‘Le Malentendu’ (1944) 1913–60 French novelist, dramatist, and essayist:
- It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
A Taste For Death (1986) 1920–2014 English writer of detective stories:
- Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run.
1795–1821 English poet: ‘To Autumn’ (1820) st. 1
- I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow-leopard waiting to pounce. The heart of the North is dead, and the fingers of cold are corpse fingers. 1885–1930 English novelist and poet: letter to J. Middleton Murry, 3 October 1924
- What of October, that ambiguous month, the month of tension, the unendurable month?
Martha Quest (1952) 1919–2013 English writer:
- I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
Anne of Green Gables (1908) 1874–1942 Canadian novelist:
- For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
Autumn Across America (1956) 1899–1980 American writer, naturalist, and photographer:
- In…the fall, the whole country goes to glory.
of North America
Domestic Manners of the Americans (1832) 1780–1863 English writer: