Summer has come again and now it’s time for autumn.
The transitional season between the sunny summer months and snowy winter seasonmany love fall for chilled temperatures, cozy nights indoors, and rustic leaves on the ground.
Some also take advantage of the fall opportunity to take stock of the year so far, or start a new beginning. In the fall, anything is possible.
If that’s you — and you’re eager to post something to celebrate that fall has finally arrived — there are some enthusiastic quotes and charming poems to ponder.
Here are a few options.
Quotes to Mark the Autumn Equinox
“Life starts all over again when it gets crispy in the fall.” – The Great Gatsby, by F Scott Fitzgerald
‘I’m so glad I live in a world where there’s Oktobers.’ – Anne of Green Gables, by LM Montgomery
‘Of all seasons, autumn offers man the most and the least of him,’ – Homeland, by Hal Borland
‘And suddenly summer fell into autumn.’ – Oscar Wilde
“I’d rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than crammed together on a velvet pillow.” – Henry David Thoreau
‘Autumn is a second spring in which every leaf is a flower.’ – Albert Camus
“No spring or summer beauty has such grace as I have seen in an autumn face.” – John Donne
“April has never meant much to me, autumn seems to be that season of beginnings, spring.” – Breakfast at Tiffany’s, by Truman Capote
‘Wonderful autumn! My soul is connected with it, and if I were a bird I would fly over the earth in search of the successive autumns.’ – George Eliot
“May the autumnal equinox be the beginning of new things in your life.” – Unknown
“There’s something so special about the early leaves that float off the trees, like we’re all getting a chance to peel, to refresh, to start over.” – Ruth Ahmed
‘The first breath of autumn hung in the air, a sense of loss, a sense of wanting, taking and holding before it’s too late.’ – JL Carr
‘Leaves age beautifully. How full of light and color are their last days.’ —John Burroughs.
Poems for the Autumn Equinox
Fall, Leaves, Fall by Emily Brontë
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, gone;
Lengthen the night and shorten the day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I will smile like wreaths of snow
Bloom where the rose should grow;
I’ll sing when the night falls
Heralds a gloomy day.
To the Fall by John Keats
Season of mists and soft fertility,
Close bosom friend of the ripening sun;
Conspiring with him how to charge and bless
With fruit run the vines that wrap around the thatched roofs;
To bend the moss-covered cottage trees with apples,
And fill all the fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd and fill the hazelnut shells
With a sweet zing; to blossom more,
And more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never end,
For summer has overcrowded their damp cells.
Who has not seen you often in your stash?
Sometimes who searches abroad finds
You sit carefree in a granary,
Your hair lifted gently by the wind;
Or on a half-harvested groove asleep,
Lost with the vapor of poppies while you crochet
Saves the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes you save like a gleaner
Stare thy laden head over a brook;
Or through a cider press, with patient gaze,
You watch the latest seep, hour after hour.
Where are the songs of spring? Yes, where are they?
Don’t think of them, you have your music too, –
While barred clouds bloom the soft dying day,
And touch the stubble with a rosy hue;
Then in a wailing chorus the little mosquitoes mourn
Under the river willows, carried up
Or sinking if the light wind lives or dies;
And adult lambs bellow loudly from the hilly bourn;
Hedge crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The robin whistles from a tavern,
And gathering swallows twitter in the air.
Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare
You can see that time of year in me
When yellow leaves, or none or few, linger
On those branches that tremble against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me you see the twilight of such a day
As after sunset fades in the west,
Who by and through black night takes away,
The second self of death, which seals all at rest.
In me you see the glow of such a fire
That lies on the ashes of his youth,
Like the deathbed on which it must pass,
Consumed by that which nourished it.
This you perceive, which makes your love stronger,
To love that source you must soon leave.
Hurrahing in Harvest by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Summer ends now; now, barbaric of beauty, the sticks rise
Around; up there, what windwalks! what a sweet behavior
From silk pocket clouds! has wilder, quirky-wavier
Meal urges ever formed and melted by the air?
I walk, I lift, I lift heart, eyes,
Down all that glory in heaven to pick up our Saviour;
And, eyes, heart, what see, what lips gave you another
Delighted love greeting from more real, from rounder answers?
And the azure suspended hills are his world-ruling shoulder
Majestic – like a tough stallion, very violet-sweet!
These things, these things were here and only the spectator
want; which two if they ever meet,
The heart lifts wings bolder and bolder
And hurl before him, O half hurl earth from him beneath his feet.
Fall Instagram Captions
Visit a pumpkin field? Use these captions to impress your fall flowers:
- I love falling from the b-autumn of my heart
- I’m falling for you
- You are the favorite of the patch
- spice, spice baby
- Orange is the new black
- What is the best season? Aww-tumn.
- The creepy season has arrived
- Pumpkin spice makes everything delicious
- Leaves fall. Autumn is calling
- Don’t stop browsing
- Sweater weather is better together
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