Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower (Albert Camus)

Delicious autumn!  My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird 

I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns

(George Eliot)

October's poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter

(Nova Bair)

Bittersweet October.  The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause 

between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.  

(Carol Bishop Hipps)

A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, 

but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart

(Hal Borland)

October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came -
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
(George Cooper)