It is the funeral anthem of the dying year.
So I have spent almost all the daylight hours in the open air.
~Thomas Wolfe (1900–1938),
green-veined leaves suddenly blushing copper
bronze-edged trees swaying in autumn breezes
gold foliage drifting past pewter branches baring all
brass-hued leaflets dying in beauty, falling in grace
~Terri Guillemets, "In the Autumn Wood," 2016
The Season was waning to its close.
Winter’s footsteps, the sound of falling leaves.
~Leo Tolstoy, to Nikolay Strakhov
Is, then, September come so soon?
Full time doth summer ne'er abide?
While yet it seems but summer's noon,
We're floating down the autumn tide.
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The softened light, the veiling haze,
The calm repose of autumn days,
Steal gently o'er the troubled breast,
Soothing life's weary cares to rest.
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Tuckerman, "San Marino"
The transparent haze which rests upon the mountain-top at noon,—the calmness in the air, and the clearness of the sky, now have a most mysterious influence upon the heart.
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They are giving back the light they have been absorbing from the sun all summer.
~John Burroughs, "The Falling Leaves,"
The breath of autumn had already passed along the foliage, and a coming death had spread over its hues golden, brown and crimson—a strange gaiety of decay, which, with all its beauty, carries an idea of sadness into one's heart.
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Mark how the forest now hath doffed its green,
And Nature dons her cloak of many hues;
Now reigns the holy beauty of Decay!
How calmly sleeps the lake: the coloured woods
Reflected on its face in thousand tints...
Like rainbows wreck'd, all the gay woods do sing...
~James Rigg, "The Poet's Ramble in October," , 1897
Autumn is the season of change.