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|These are the days when the birds come back,
A very few - a bird or two - to take a backward look.
-- Emily Dickinson
|All paths lie together in the hand of God, like a web endlessly woven, and yours
and mine are no greater or less than the beetle's or the swan's or the sparrow's.
-- Daniel Quinn
|By the brook, the maple leans with all his glory spread,
And all the sumachs on the hill have turned their green to red.
By great marshes wrapped in mist, or past some river's mouth,
Throughout the long, still autumn day, wild birds are flying south.
-- James Whitcomb Riley
|From dewey lanes at morning, the grapes' sweet scents arise;
At noon the roads all flutter with yellow butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens, October days are here,
With summer's best of weather and autumn's best of cheer.
-- Helen Hunt Jackson
|In order to be a bird watcher, it's necessary to become part of the silence.
-- Robert Lynd
|Birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
They're replaced by golden leaves of autumn,
which flutter and fall there with a long, regretful sigh.
-- Rabindranath Tagore