"The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools." — Henry Beston

     It is autumn again, too soon, but I will enjoy its beauty and not think about the winter to come.

"It’s autumn again, / and I can do anything." — Dorothea Grossman

"They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere / When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here — / Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees, / And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees; / But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze / Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days / Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock — / When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock." — James Whitcomb Riley

(I haven't read a James Whitcomb Riley poem since I was a kid.  Remember him?)