The transitional season between the sunny summer months and the snowy winter season, many love autumn for cool temperatures, cozy nights in, and rustic leaves on the ground.
Some also use the chance of autumn to take stock of the year so far, or to start a new beginning. Anything is possible in autumn.
If that’s you – and you’re keen to post something to celebrate that autumn has finally arrived – there are a number of inspirational quotes and charming poems to consider.
Here are a few options.
Quotes to mark the autumnal equinox
‘Life begins again when it becomes crisp in the fall.’ – The Great Gatsby, by F Scott Fitzgerald
‘I am so glad that I live in a world where there are Autumns.’ – Anne of Green Gables, by LM Montgomery
‘Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and asks the least of him,’ – Homeland, by Hal Borland
‘And immediately, summer fell into autumn.’ – Oscar Wilde
‘I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.’ – Henry David Thoreau
‘Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.’ – Albert Camus
‘Neither spring nor summer beauty has such grace as I saw on one autumnal face.’ – John Donne
‘April has never meant much to me, autumn seems like that season from the start, which is spring.’ – Breakfast at Tiffany’s, by Truman Capote
‘Lovely autumn! My soul is married to him, and if I were a bird I would fly around the earth seeking successive autumns.’ -George Eliot
‘May the autumn equinox be the start of new things in your life.’ – Unknown
‘There is something so special in the early leaves drifting from the trees, as if we all had a chance to peel, to regenerate, to start again.’ – Ruth Ahmed
‘The first breath of autumn was in the air, an extravagant feeling, a feeling of wanting, taking, and keeping before it was too late.’ – JL Carr
‘How beautiful leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.’ – John Burroughs.
Poems for the autumnal equinox
Fall, Leaves, Fall by Emily Brontë
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Till night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Flight from the autumn tree.
I will smile when there are wreaths of snow
Bloom where the rose should grow;
I sing when it’s night
Guides in a duller day.
To Autumn by John Keats
A season of mists and mild fertility,
The bosom of the ripe sun’s close friend;
Conspire with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines run round the thatched roof;
To bend with the apples of the mossy cottages,
And fill every fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourds, and plunge the hazelnuts
With a sweet core; to set larger shoots,
And more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never end,
For the summer have over-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Who did not often see you in the middle of your store?
Sometimes whoever tries abroad can find
You sit carelessly on the floor of a barn,
Your hair is soft raised by the soulful wind;
Or at the sound of a half-harvested furrow sleeping,
Stunned with the smoke of popes, while your hook
Saves the next swath and all its magic flowers:
And sometimes as a cheerleader
Keep your heavy head across a stream;
Or by a cider press, with a patient look,
You watch the last drops, hour by hour.
Where are the songs of Spring? Yes, where are they?
Don’t think about them, you have your music too, –
While forbidding clouds bloom the soft day,
And touch the rosy-hued stubble plains;
Then in a wailing chorus the little midge mourns
Among the moors a river, rising up
Or sink as the light wind lives or dies;
And happy lambs Happy from a hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with soft treble
The robin whistles from a garden croft,
And gathering swallows twittering in the air.
Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare
That time of the year you can in me
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, hang
On those branches that shake against the cold,
Choirs of bare ruin, where the sweet birds sang late.
In me you will see the twilight of such a day
As the setting sun fades in the west,
Which by and by black night draws away,
The second self of death, Which seals all in stillness.
In me, you see such a fire shining
He lies on the ashes of his youth,
As the deathbed it must end,
Ate what he was nourished by.
This you find, which strengthens your love,
To love that well you have to leave before long.
Hurrahing in Harvest by Gerard Manley Hopkins
The summer is ending now; now, barbarous in beauty, the leeches rise
Around; up above, what a wind-walk! what lovely behaviour
Oh silk sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier
When has drift ever been molded and melted across the sky?
I walk, I lift, I lift heart, eyes,
Down all the glory in heaven To reap our Saviour;
And, yes, heárt, what looks, what lips again he gave you
Excited love greeting of realer, of more rounded answers?
And the azure hanging hills are his global shoulder
Majestic — like one of a horse’s studs, very sweet violet!—
These things, these things were not here but the beholder
Wanted; which two when they once meet,
The heart grows bolder and bolder wings
And hurled over him, O half hurled soil for him from under his feet.
Autumn Instagram captions
Visit a pumpkin patch? Use these captions to impress your fall lesson:
- I love falling from the b-autumn of my heart
- I’m falling for you
- The patch is your choice
- Spice, baby spice
- Orange is the new black
- What is the cutest season? Aww-tumn.
- The spooky season is here
- Pumpkin spice makes everything nice
- Leaves are falling. Autumn is calling
- Don’t stop being a leaf
- Sweater weather is better together
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