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“It was the golden time of year. Every day the leaves grew brighter, the air sharper, the grass more brilliant. The sunsets seemed to expand and melt and stretch for hours, and the brick façades glowed pink, and everything got bluer. How many perfect autumns did a person get?”
― Elif Batuman, Either/Or

“I cannot explain what a prayer is.
But I know how to kneel in the grass
with the fallen leaves,
How to ask back and how to let go,
and how to get the sunset in my veins,
drop by drop, every day more.

And maybe some day I will learn,
to give like trees in autumn,
until my own dissolution.
Everything will eventually go away
And it will always be too soon.”
― Monica Laura Rapeanu, The Void That Reflects Your Beauty

“I think the seasons complete me-
for once autumn comes
I can fall freely
along with every leave.
I do not have to bloom,
yet, I must die
in every delicate line of October.”
― Laura Chouette

“Tell me, O' Lovely Autum,
how to wilt and change. Come, show me
how to smile, while I say goodbye.

(Haiku)”
― Monika Ajay Kaul

“Autumn questions: Does a dead leaf have a dream? Does she want to return to her green tree again? Does she want to drift in the wind and travel the world? Or does she want to meet other dead leaves? Maybe she just wants to get into the frame of a photo and become immortal?”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Autumn leaves fall from the tree, disappear with the wind, but then reappear on the tree and disappear again. Memories are like that, first they fall off the tree of the mind and disappear, and then they reappear and disappear again!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“I feel you calling, in the autumn sweet transformation.
I have reached my brightest green to the gold burning sun.
I have folded my colours into the wind,
bright colours taken to the sky.
My silk has gone to moisture in the rising atmosphere
and I am your colours again, deep and warm.
I hear your calling and I answer,
I come back to you, to slip inside the dark.
Will I be found by the decaying things?
Will I be found by the roots and drunk by tree and flower?
Will I slip and mingle and roll along,
find my way to a river and with it dance,
and give myself in a sigh to the ocean?
Will I scatter, a few fragments of sand ��
my body to glisten beneath a caress of moonlight
as I make my way towards no more
as I find my way to forever”
― Tamara Rendell, Mystical Tides

“Summer leaves sulkily with rains.
Winter sets off gaily leaving spring behind.
Autumn walks a fine line.

(Haiku)”
― Monika Ajay Kaul

“Forgiveness is beautiful, just like a bright autumn afternoon.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya, Safa Tempo: Poems New & Selected

“Yes, autumn has come again, you thought that it will always be summer, you thought that life will go like this, but here comes autumn and it reminds you again: There is winter in life, there is the end of life!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“If you throw autumn leaves on a joyful soul, that soul will become even more joyful; if you throw autumn leaves on a sad soul, that soul will become even sadder!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“autumn is leaves falling and people falling; in and out of love, in and out of happiness, out of touch.”
― shreya sophie k., poetic insomnia

“I have never seen a sight as moving as the fallen leaves bouncing in the wind.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“Autumn makes me take off my shoes and walk on the crunchy leaves of time.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“When autumn comes, we do not want it to go, but then we will be doing an injustice to winter, spring and summer! Excess in love and exaggeration in love creates other injustices!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“God has designed the world in a way that illustrates 'yet'; the green leaves lose their colour, but reveal one true colour that's been there all along.”
― Rachael Newham, And Yet: Finding Joy in Lament

“A song of longing
carolled through the autumn breeze.
Ambling auburn leaves.

(Haiku)”
― Monika Ajay Kaul

“Tell me, O' Lovely Autumn,
how to wilt and change. Come, show me
how to smile, while I say goodbye.

(Haiku)”
― Monika Ajay Kaul

“You sing as you fall ; O' Lovely Fall !
Like on an orchestra, a euphony.
Music of change and lyrics of endurance.

(Pruntiform Acrostic)”
― Monika Ajay Kaul

“After savouring a riot of hues
you find pleasure in bland pastels.
From a magic spell to
naked stark Truth..

O' Assiduous Autumn',
you endure it all.”
― Monika Ajay Kaul

“Summer’s departure had given birth to a new season.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“Trees do mourn the loss of their leaves. This fall, take a moment to listen to their mourning and observe how easily they overcome it as they make way for new leaves to sprout for the joy that spring will bring.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“Do the leaves want autumn to come? Who wants to die? If you gave a leaf a chance to keep it from turning yellow, what leaf would reject it?”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“I recall
the gentle
whispers
of the
autumn wind
and our
long walks
on crunchy
leaves.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“В онази вечер обаче, макар и без слънце, почувствах топлина някъде в областта на стомаха �� там, където пърхат пеперуди, когато сме прясно влюбени. Носих се над килима от есенни листа и за пръв път усетих с цялото си същество истинското значение на думата данпун и разбрах защо за корейците тя е толкова важна.

Благодаря ти. Есен.”
― Ванеса Николова

“As autumn arrives, evenings embrace us sooner, casting golden shadows of nostalgia.”
― Enamul Haque

“Ember fades, love fleets.
Autumn sings,
silent parting songs.”
― Monika Ajay Kaul

“Autumn in kimono,
Poet's cue to write haiku��
Sense over rhyme.”
― Ritu Negi, Cherry Blossoms: A Haiku Poetry Book

“There’s no rush to hold on to what is falling away...!!
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It's ok to embrace the lingering serenity of autumn, where the air grows heavier with the scent of decaying leaves. In that stillness, a slow acceptance unfolds, reminding us that fading is not the same as loss...it is a quiet renewal. A pause before the next rhythm of life.

It's ok to feel the weight of nostalgia as the days shorten. The sun dipping lower, casting shadows that stretch like memories. These moments of reflection are part of the season’s gift, allowing us to trace the path we’ve walked without the urgency to move forward.

It's ok to let the world around you slow down, as the trees shed their leaves in deliberate surrender. There’s no rush to hold on to what is falling away. In this surrender, there’s a percipience. It tells us everything has its time, and to release is to make space for what’s to come.

It's ok to sit with the quiet ache of autumn evenings, where the chill in the air finds its way to your bones. That cold is a reminder of the inevitable cycles we are bound to. Of growth, decay, and the beauty that lies in the in-between moments of transition.”
― Monika Ajay Kaul

“If Heaven existed, I'd found it in those ancient, dark hallways under cold misty skies with autumn's wet leaves sticking to the soles of my boots, in the scent of coffee and old books. And him.”
― Keri Lake, Nocticadia