The world cools down, autumn sadness descends from above and spreads across the earth, freezing in the bright colors of cooling nature. The breath of autumn is getting colder, and as a result, the bright colors at the beginning thicken, becoming thick crimson and gold. Absorbing the cold into themselves, the leaves cannot stop it, and therefore, having spent all their strength, they fall down from the branches, covering the ground with a carpet... Everything around changes from the touch of autumn, everything around becomes different. Sounds and smells, colors and shades, our thoughts and sensations change. A bitterness of sadness appears from the changes that are happening more and more day after day, separating us from what was so warm and tender, and what we loved so much... And it seems that the transformation of nature is like a border between something past and something future. And the leaves falling on the withered grass lead us more and more into the dance of autumn. And autumn circles, circles in full, not allowing us to come to our senses, not allowing us to remember the past summer. Autumn enchants with the brightness of its colors, washes away our memories with rain, swirls with winds and drowns out the weakening sounds of summer... Cautious autumn is becoming stronger. Autumn reveals its images more and more brightly, adding more and more colors, bringing the colors to dark, brown and black shades. And the already darkened, chilled and damp tree trunks become so lonely, having lost their crown, and through them the heavy leaden sky, clinging to the ground, is now clearly visible... But it’s not winter yet... Watercolor autumn has become gloomy. The rains became prolonged and unhurried. The wind played enough with the fallen leaves at night... Autumn has become a full-fledged mistress. Beauty Autumn...Autumn Copper Crimson Foliage 
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Forgotten Leaves 
Autumn is a time of bright feelings, a riot of colors, tastes and cozy memories. Let's dive into the atmosphere of autumn with a fresh collection of quotes from masters of words.
By autumn, I experience twofold feelings: I seem to love this season, its umbrellas and the crimson carpet under my feet, but at the same time I am afraid of autumn, or more precisely, of the thoughts that are born under the falling leaves.
(Elchin Safarli)
Near September amazing ability fall in love with yourself gradually. While you are experiencing the passing of summer, while you are getting used to the idea that there is a long cold ahead, September decorates the tree crowns with autumn graying, muffles and shades the light, but brightens the colors: cadmium orange and lemon, light and golden ocher, burnt sienna - specks, sparing, along the very edge of the birch leaf. Having barely emerged from the state of despondency, summer is gone, summer is gone! - you find yourself in the comforting embrace of September. Good, you exhale, returning to yourself again. “The words have come back,” September will say. He doesn't ask, he asserts.
(Narine Abgaryan)
Autumn was coming into its own, the artists took refuge under the warm shelter of their workshops, and he still walked and painted in the wind, and in the rain, and in the fog, and in a real storm. In inclement weather, his damp canvases were often covered with sand and salty sea water. The rain soaked him without mercy, the fog and wind chilled him to the bones, sand got into his eyes and nostrils... but he reveled in every minute of work...
(Irving Stone)
Autumn is the last, most delightful smile of the year.
(William Cullen Bryant)
Autumn is the second spring, when every leaf is a flower.
(Albert Camus)
Autumn stands on the threshold as an uninvited guest, hesitates, looks away guiltily, holds out a handful of this and that - ripe, scarlet-sweet, viscous-tart. Love, love me! Here's the gold of September, here's the serenity of October, here's the farewell chirp of the cicadas, here's the stroke of a crane's wedge on the clouds... “I took this hair from the rye, if you want, tie it on your finger - I don’t feel any pain...” But there, beyond the blissful In silence, behind the sedately flying maples, behind the puddles reflecting the sky, the cold winds of November are driven forward - the gloomy child of autumn, scratched and unloved, the messenger of inevitable changes, the messenger of cold December. There, behind the luxury of October, there are silent prickly snows.
(Narine Abgaryan)
Now everything is going in reverse. Like in the movies, when the film is played backwards, people jump out of the water onto the diving board. September comes, you close the window that you opened in June, you take off the tennis shoes that you put on then, and you climb into the heavy shoes that you abandoned then. Now people quickly hide in the house, like cuckoos back into the clock, when they are ticking away the time. Just now the verandas were full of people and everyone was chattering like magpies. And immediately the doors slammed shut, no conversations could be heard, only leaves were falling from the trees.
(Ray Bradbury)
And then something began to happen with the summer, everything somehow changed - clouds, trees, other sounds and smells appeared, and we, in grief, already thought that summer was ending - when the especially blue sky, cobwebs in the " old garden”, the smell of mushrooms and damp straw - we learned another new joy: it’s not “summer is leaving”, but “autumn has come”!
(Anastasia Tsvetaeva)
Anya reveled in the riot of colors that surrounded her.
“Oh, Marilla,” she exclaimed one Saturday morning, running into the kitchen with an armful of bright maple branches, “I’m so glad I live in a world where it’s October.” It would be terrible if we went straight from September to November, right? Look at the branches! Doesn't it give you a pleasant shiver when you look at them? And even several tremors at once? I want to decorate my room with these branches.
(Lucy Maud Montgomery)
Sadness has arrived in autumn. A part of you died every year when the leaves fell and hungry branches were revealed to the wind and the dank cold light. But you knew that spring would certainly come and the river would flow again, freed from ice. If the cold rains come and kill the spring, it seems that someone young died for no reason.
(Ernest Hemingway)
But, you know, I was probably looking forward to summer so much that I would miss autumn again. Through the slightly cold air and sad twilight. Wrap yourself in a scarf, warm your hands in your pockets... I'm crazy, right? All year I was in a hurry for summer, it came and that’s it, I’m burning out. And it’s not the heat, I don’t get tired of it. It’s just that my character is more like autumn.
(Elchin Safarli)
Ah, this rebellious and sad month. In October the world is on fire.
(Ray Bradbury)
... there was that extraordinary autumn weather that always surprises people, when the low sun is hotter than in spring, when everything sparkles in the rare, clean air so that it hurts the eyes when the chest becomes stronger and fresher, inhaling the fragrant autumn air, when in these dark warm nights golden stars constantly rain down from the sky, frightening and delighting.
(Lev Tolstoy)
The garden, washed by the night rain, is entangled in a foggy veil - it spreads over the tops of the trees, lies like a cotton heap on the shaggy shoulders of the cypress trees, oozes through the branches of a large quince - the yellow fruits, covered with rough fluff, stand out as sharp splashes on the milky blanket.
The fog will go away - the hills will be speckled with maple gold and blush, the surroundings will be shrouded in the thick aroma of medlar and rose hips, there will be a sharp smell of pine needles and blackberries washed in the morning - at the end of autumn they are sickly sweet, large, you can’t hold three berries in the palm of your hand.
(Narine Abgaryan)
It was autumn. If it were possible to collect all the gold and copper that is on earth, and forge thousands of thousands of thin leaves from them, then they would make up an insignificant part of that autumn outfit that lay on the mountains. In addition, forged leaves would seem rough compared to real ones, especially aspen leaves. Everyone knows that aspen leaves tremble even from a bird whistle.
(K. Paustovsky)
Autumn presents a person with a generous gift - the science of dying, we all know about this, only few people admit to themselves what they learn every autumn, while the gold of all heavens pours out at our feet, and only touching the ground turns into dry foliage.
(Max Fry)
In November, the sky is somehow high, and everything breathes sadness,” he said. - What month do you like?
- November.
- Why?
- Because the sky is high, and you feel the sadness of loneliness, your heart beats anxiously, it seems as if you are becoming stronger. There is some kind of revival in the air, and you are in anticipation of real winter.
(Banana Yoshimoto)
November.
The fogs have become thicker and more impenetrable, they go away for a long time, reluctantly, clinging to the tulle hems. wooden fences. The distant call of the river is heard - cold, foamy, it runs, gasping, ahead of itself, telling everyone that snow is approaching the mountain pass, she saw it, she knows.
(Narine Abgaryan)
Autumn for me is a time of magic, when the world is painted with the colors of the masters. But many people fear this season, with all its splendor and romance, perceiving it as a harbinger of the end, winter death. But in the fall I feel alive. Autumn is both the beginning and the end.
(Gene Pendzivol)
Autumn is the soul of metamorphosis, the time when the world freezes on the threshold of winter, that is, on the threshold of Death, but does not yet fall into it. This is a contradictory world - a time of harvest and abundance, but also cold and hardship. Here we dive into the very thick of life, but do not forget that everything passes and fades. Autumn turns the world from one state to another. The year becomes mature and wise, but not yet decrepit and feeble-minded.
(Catherine M. Valente)
The forest, as expected in autumn, looked magnificent. A variety of red tones mixed with dark greens coniferous trees, and he thought (and not for the first time), if a person is destined to die, then there are worse seasons for this.
(Stephen King)
Autumn is like a book that has already been read, but has already been forgotten - every page is about what you know and what you vaguely remember, every page is a return to where you have already been. The nights are now filled with the sound of rain, the mornings smell of exhausted but not yet cooled earth, the sun, having lost all its decorous slowness, fussily glides along the edge of the sky, not rising above the hills - the time of the sun is gone, other people's times have come.
(Narine Abgaryan)
That she is the best artist. And why? In fact, it’s not difficult to guess. Judge for yourself: in a matter of weeks, autumn can change the summer landscape beyond recognition, so that not a trace remains of the three summer months. Where does your inspiration come from this time of year? I can’t say, the only thing that comes to my mind is that autumn is the muse, bright and spectacular.
The trees, which just recently delighted the eye with their rich green shades, are gradually beginning to change their “outfit”. This does not happen immediately, this gradual process makes the overall picture of autumn even more picturesque, because each tree, changing foliage, acquires a variety of colors and shades. Some birch trees stand with yellow ones, somewhere else with green ones, or with orange leaves. The aspen has turned completely yellow, but the poplar is still “holding on” - the number of green leaves on it clearly predominates.
Not only the color of trees and grass changes, but also the color of fruits. Autumn passes through everything with its own strokes and a general landscape or still life is born that inspires everything and everyone around.
In summer, even the sky is a different color, bright and light. In autumn, it acquires a more saturated hue, and more and more often snow-white clouds begin to float across the sky, which sometimes simply outshine the sun, and sometimes the first autumn rains spill on the ground, which entail not coolness and even greater heat, as happened this is in the summer, but they make it clear that cold weather and frosts and similar rains will soon come - the first evidence of this.
In autumn, in addition to the colors that reflect all the charm of this time of year, there is also a unique aroma that is difficult to describe in words for someone who has never smelled it before. This aroma combines echoes of the past summer, the smell of mown grass, and the aromas of fruits collected during the harvest.
It is very difficult when walking down the street in the fall to pass by the landscapes that this master artist painted for us indifferently. It’s not in vain that autumn tries hard every year; the landscapes it presents are truly impressive and inspiring. Poets - for new works, musicians - for good, bright songs, artists - for new masterpieces. But the most important masterpiece is painted with the brush of only one artist, and his name is Autumn.
You don’t have to be an artist, or therefore, or a creative person at all, to see and understand all the beauty and grandeur of this mysterious time of year. You can be the most a simple person but still, do not remain indifferent while walking through autumn parks and streets, observing how rich and changeable our nature is. All the colors of autumn intertwine with each other and create a single, unique canvas, the image of which even the most talented artist is probably unable to recreate.
Nevertheless, all the pictures of autumn are repeated from year to year, but are never completely the same. All trees react differently to the arrival of autumn: some “give up” very quickly, allowing autumn to completely color the foliage in all shades of yellow and orange, and some “hold on” as long as possible and retain the remnants of green leaves.
One way or another, autumn affects everything and the Sun, whose rays are becoming less and less warm and scorching and in the sky, which, becoming higher, begins to become a little cloudy, both on plants and animals, which strive to prepare for the cold as soon as possible.
Summer, of course, is a wonderful time of the year, but with the onset of autumn, the whole world seems to change. It becomes brighter and more colorful. The colors intertwine with each other, creating golden colors, displaces summer and begins to walk importantly through the forests and fields, decorating all the open spaces in its own way.
Sorceress-autumn
The trees obediently bow before her mighty majesty and begin to spread their golden foliage everywhere. In numerous gardens and city parks you can clearly hear the rustling of fallen leaves. Every morning a snow-white fog obscures the roads.
Everything suggests that the warm season has long passed and time is beginning magical autumn. The sky is the last to surrender to the power of autumn. It remains soft blue until the last minute, although sometimes gloomy clouds carrying raindrops float across it.
Autumn outfits
Autumn significantly transforms all trees. They begin to quickly change into golden outfits. Maples dress up in autumn with a reddish tint, and delicate birch trees gradually weave yellow ribbons into their long braids. Only old oaks lose their green colors and become gray and gloomy. Kalina, like a fashionable girl, begins to try on beautiful outfits and put on orange necklaces.
Each flowerbed pleasantly pleases people's eyes with its riot of flowers and colors that autumn brings with it. Dahlias pull their heavy and bright heads towards the setting sun, as if they want to last time enjoy its warm rays. Asters, like little stars in the sky, shine with their beauty on flower beds. Delicate marigolds are trying to show all their beauty for the last time.
Colchicum spreads along the ground in a lush and thick carpet. Its small leaves press tightly against each other. As if the autumn frosts do not allow them to warm up, and they begin to look for warmth among themselves. carefully preserves every drop of morning dew on its leaves. The leaves absorb the gentle dew, sip by sip, to get their fill and absorb the colorful colors of autumn.
Quiet music of nature
Only in autumn can you clearly hear her music in the middle of a field. This may be the call of cranes that fly to warmer climes to spend the winter. The howl of the wind, which walks importantly between the bare trees, fully complements the autumn melodies. But the thin threads of the web, which were picked up by the wind, are practically inaudible.
Of course, fall colors complement fall music perfectly. If not golden flowers and the colors of this magical time, it would be the saddest time of the year. But autumn tries in every possible way to surprise us with the gift it gives to people every year.
These colors can fully convey in their shades the whole mood of nature, which has been waiting for many months for the onset of this time. Now you can throw off the leaves and prepare for the winter cold. It is for this reason that it is necessary to remember as much as possible all the colors of autumn before the cold weather comes with its soulless and pale colors.
Poets and autumn
Autumn is such a wonderful time of the year that almost every famous poet and writer has repeatedly tried to mention this time in their works. Even Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin himself wrote about the unique colors of autumn in his poems. Nekrasov mentioned her very often in his works. But not every poet was able to convey the individual character of autumn, which is so different from other seasons.
Talented artist: theme "Autumn Colors"
Autumn is a kind of talented artist who can convey an idea as beautifully as possible. It can quickly turn golden and orange colors all trees and plants. Despite the fact that everyone likes summer, the leaves on the trees at this time are exclusively green.
At a time like autumn, they take on a variety of shades that can delight the eye for hours. It’s not for nothing that most people collect herbariums. This is an opportunity to capture the bright colors of autumn in your memory for many years to come. This is the time of year when the whole world begins to change dramatically.
All the colors of autumn in bright vegetables
At this time, the collection of vegetables and fruits begins. You can especially see all the colors and colors of autumn during the harvest. The pumpkin turns bright orange, and the newly dug potatoes turn brown and pink. Tomatoes are distinguished by a bright tint of red, and cabbage dilutes all these colors with green shades. This is perhaps the only vegetable that reminds us of summer days.
However, most people love autumn because at this time of year large and fragrant mushrooms begin to rapidly emerge from under the thickness of fallen leaves. in the autumn forest it is impossible to compare with anything. After all, the smells of mushrooms and forests are closely intertwined with the bright colors of fallen leaves.
But it is worth noting that autumn can radically change not only the surrounding nature, but also many people. After all, it is precisely at this time of year that a period begins in the souls of creative people when inspiration strikes them. They are ready to write poems and glorify in them the bright colors of autumn, which they need to enjoy to their fullest before winter covers everything with a snow-white blanket.
Memories of childhood
Children also like autumn. After all, it is at this time of year that parents put colorful rubber boots on them, in which they can run through puddles and enjoy their carefree life. Only at these moments will the mother not be able to scold her baby for getting his feet wet or getting his clothes dirty.
After all, in her memories, mom is little again and also frolics with her friends in the rain, hiding from the big drops under a colored umbrella. I immediately want to return to a carefree childhood, when I didn’t have to go to work and worry about various things. You could just run through puddles all day and get things dirty, which a caring mother would certainly wash, even though she would yell at her for prevention.
Autumn and us
Every person has special memories associated with autumn. For some, this is the first kiss with a loved one, which both have been waiting for for so long, but no one dared to take the first step. And for some, the birth of a baby. When you stand under the falling leaves under the windows of the maternity ward and wait for your beloved son or daughter to be shown through the window.
But be that as it may, without autumn, life on the planet would be boring and monotonous. This time is a great time to forget about the hot summer and prepare for the onset of cold weather. But the bright colors of autumn that it brings with its onset live in people's memories all the time. These are exactly the memories that can warm the soul on long winter evenings, when it’s frosty outside, and you and your family are drinking hot tea near the burning fireplace.
The warm summer flew by quickly. Autumn is coming into its own. The color of the leaves changes imperceptibly. The plants still delight us with their flowering. What does bright autumn greet us with?
According to the calendar it is September, but the days are incredibly warm and sunny. It became noticeably cooler at night. At this time, many chameleon flowers change the color of their leaves. Sometimes they become more elegant than in summer.
Some hosta varieties grow into bright yellow bushes. In the warmer months, burgundy juveniles turn slightly green, and by autumn they transform into rich cherry-colored specimens. It is interesting to observe these changes from the outside.
They never stop delighting with their pumps. terry varieties Echinacea. The number of blossoming buds increases every day. The second wave of remontant phlox is coming. Sometimes you wonder where plants get so much strength for long flowering from July until frost.
The favorite of butterflies, dahlias, Merry guys, do not yield the palm to perennials. The sunny baskets of gatsania greet the dawn with new opened buds every day. Before the rain they close themselves, predicting the weather for us. The “paper” inflorescences of statice show new colors.
The marigold bushes, shrouded in a bright halo, are burning with fire against the backdrop of lush greenery. Small and large, striped, variegated, and plain hats look equally beautiful in a mixborder. Zinnia appears in all its glory with multi-tiered, intricately shaped flowers.
Blue Platycodon produces new huge buds. The branches are so heavy that they bend to the ground. You have to tie them to pegs. From a distance it seems that the blue sea is swaying in front of us with its waves.
Not having time to form new shoots, the delphinium immediately tries to sweep out arrows of blue inflorescences, like a clear sky.
How interesting the flower world is! Every plant wants to show itself in all its glory. Low-growing specimens often have large leaves and blooming buds of the same size. Admire the winged Reimania. Pale pink “lanterns” among dark greenery really suit her.
The Queen Rose spreads a unique delicate aroma around itself. It seems that you have found yourself in a fairyland of heavenly fairies and elves. I stop among the lush bushes, waiting for a miracle. Sometimes you don’t want to leave this splendor. Aromatherapy and pleasant visual sensations are beneficially combined here.
As soon as you touch the mint bushes with bluish-gray “legs” at the ends of the stems, a wonderful aroma spreads throughout the garden, calming the nervous system.
The bluish-purple bells of the hosta tower above the majestic large leaves. IN shady places flowering continues until frost, releasing new shoots with buds.
Having rested over the summer and gained strength, he tries to please with his bright colors Primrose of all types: hybrid, polyanthus, auricular.
Recently, a deep pink hybrid anemone bloomed for the first time. Semi-double large inflorescences go well with the ground cover, which creates a background around the anemone bushes. Small “dogs” of the claret have been delighting with pink colors all summer and to this day. The whimsical coloring of the leaves, with light green inserts in the middle, enhances the aesthetic effect.
On the street near the house, rowan trees fluffed up their clusters with orange berries. From a distance she looks like christmas tree, decorated with bright lanterns. An excellent help for birds on frosty days in winter, when it is difficult to find enough food.
Very soon the green leaves of the maple will turn crimson, the rest of the trees will turn yellow. The “golden” time of autumn will come.
I walk around the garden and admire this natural beauty. I take the last pictures with my camera so that in winter I can remember the hot summer and delight the eye with bright colors.
