Autumn's the mellow time.
Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for
fruit on it in autumn.
fruit on it in autumn.
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
If you do not sow in the spring you will not reap in the autumn.
Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.
Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.
Autumn wins you best by this, its muteappeal to sympathy for its decay
Season That Comes After Summer is very very beautiful.
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