I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

Autumn wins you best by this, its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.

I love the arrival of a new season — each one bringing with it its own emotion: spring is full of hope; summer is freedom; autumn is a colourful release, and winter brings an enchanting peace. It's hard to pick which one I enjoy the most — each time the new one arrives, I remember its beauty and forget the previous one whose qualities have started to dim.

And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.

How well I know what I mean to do / When the long, dark autumn-evenings come.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face."

[The Autumnal]