Around and around the house the leaves fall thick—but never fast, for they come circling down with a dead lightness that is sombre and slow. Let the gardener sweep and sweep the turf as he will, and press the leaves into full barrows, and wheel them off, still they lie ankle-deep. – Charles Dickens, Bleak House

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

We are reformers in the spring and summer, but in autumn we stand by the old. Reformers in the morning, and conservers at night. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees. – Faith Baldwin, American Family