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

Methinks I see the sunset light flooding the river valley, the western hills stretching to the horizon, overhung with trees gorgeous and glowing with the tints of autumn—a mighty flower garden, blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, Frost… – John Greenleaf Whittier, “Patucket Falls”