The bright summer had passed away, and gorgeous autumn was flinging its rainbow-tints of beauty on hill and dale. – Cornelia L. Tuthill, “Virginia Dare: Or, the Colony of Roanoke,” 1840

Ah, yes, autumn, when the trees blush at the thought of stripping naked in public. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

[T]he sun declined, and we both fell into twilight silence. Night, which in autumn seems to fall from the sky at once, it comes so quickly, chilled us, and we rolled ourselves in our cloaks… – Jules Barbey d’Aurevilly, Les Diaboliques

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest. – Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds