10 Fall Meditations to Leave You Feeling Inspired

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“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall” – F. Scott Fitzgerald

There is something so distinctly unique and optimistic about the Fall season. It is a season that effortlessly evokes feelings of renewal, nostalgia, and inspiration. A horizon where there is always an opportunity to begin again, with the help of patience, nourishment, and introspection.

This Fall season, I am squeezing all the magic I can from these 3 little months and hope you do too! Enjoy this timeless collection of slow poems, novel excerpts, and quotes dedicated to the most glorious season of the year.

I hope you will be left as inspired as I am…

Goldie W.


10 Fall Meditations 


“Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.”
― Yoko Ono


Give me the splendid silent sun

Walt Whitman –  1819-1892

Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling,
Give me juicy autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard,
Give me a field where the unmow’d grass grows,
Give me an arbor, give me the trellis’d grape,
Give me fresh corn and wheat, give me serene-moving animals
teaching content,
Give me nights perfectly quiet as on high plateaus west of the
Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars,
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I
can walk undisturb’d,
Give me for marriage a sweet-breath’d woman of whom I should
never tire,
Give me a perfect child, give me away aside from the noise of the
world a rural domestic life,
Give me to warble spontaneous songs recluse by myself, for my
own ears only,
Give me solitude, give me Nature, give me again O Nature your
primal sanities!


“October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!”
― Rainbow Rowell , Attachments


Nothing Gold Can Stay

Robert Frost – 1874-1963

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.


“Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and Three Stories



John Clare – 1793 – 1864

The thistledown’s flying, though the winds are all still,
On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,
The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;
Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot.

The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread,
The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.
The fallow fields glitter like water indeed,
And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed.

Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
And the rivers we’re eying burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.


“There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.”
― Joe L. Wheeler


“Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn–that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness–that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion


l(a… (a leaf falls on loneliness)

E.E. Cummings 1894-1962






“Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.”
― Remy de Gourmont


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