autumn

tree

dad joke

falling in love

leaf

hospital

falling down

haiku

moonlight

worm

chestnut

stone

wind

rock

green

rice paddy

caterpillar

butterfly

bird

fish

spring

reflection

leave

sweater

fall

pumpkin spice

apple

pumpkin

nipple

summer

seasons

deodorant

September

daylight saving time

temperature

coldness

tamale

winter

being fat

coat

mosquito

getting fat

leaves

Humpty Dumpty

orchestra

leaf blower

soup

Spring, the low prelude of a lordlier song: Summer, a music without hint of death: Autumn, a cadence lingeringly long: Winter, a pause...'the Minstrel-Year takes breath.

the vibrant green-yellow-pink blossom-life of spring / the watery-blue radiant sunshine-breath of summer / the metallic-earth-toned glowing-decay of autumn / the grey-white-holly-festive slow-motion of winter

is more the season of the soul than of nature.

I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature. Friedrich Nietzsche

is life starting all over again when it gets crisp.

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall. F. Scott Fitzgerald

is when the vineyard's ruby treasures brighten her soberer time.

Every season hath its pleasures: / Spring may boast her flowery prime, / Yet the vineyard's ruby treasures / Brighten Autumn's soberer time. / So life's year begins and closes... / Days, though shortening, still can shine... / What, though youth gave loves and roses, / Age still leaves us friends and wine. /

is suggestive of morning, summer of noon, and winter of night.

suggestive of morning, summer of noon, autumn of evening, and winter of night.

is tall and stately, dressed in yellow, red and brown.

In the springtime, leaves unfolding, / Growing, growing one by one, / In the summer, always giving / Cool, green shade to every one... / In the autumn, tall and stately, / Dressed in yellow, red and brown, / In the winter, sleeping, sleeping, / While the snow comes softly down... /

is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.

the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.... True, in old age we live under the shadow of Death, which, like a sword of Damocles, may descend at any moment, but we have so long found life to be an affair of being rather frightened than hurt that we have become like the people who live under Vesuvius, and chance it without much misgiving.

autumn, n.All

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