First Day Of Fall 2016 Quotes: 14 Sayings And Poems About Autumn For The Equinox

Unpack your sweaters and buy some apple cider, because fall starts Thursday. While you may have already started drinking Pumpkin Spice Lattes earlier this month, the season officially begins at 10:21 a.m. EDT, according to the Old Farmer's Almanac.

Fall means Halloween, Thanksgiving, colorful leaves and cooler temperatures. What's not to love? Kick off autumn with these 14 quotes and poem excerpts, collected from Goodreads, the Poetry Foundation and About:

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

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

"Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple." — J.K. Rowling

"O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! / Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! / Thy mists, that roll and rise! / Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag / And all but cry with colour!" — Edna St. Vincent Millay

"But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous a-- as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you." — Stephen King

"Autumn is like an old book: / Marred spines turn mean yellow, / staples rust red-orange." — Mary Hamrick

"Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address." — Nora Ephron

"Autumn is here / and I am in love." — Kamand Kojouri

"Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons." — Jim Bishop

"For as long as she could remember, she had thought that autumn air went well with books, that the two both somehow belonged with blankets, comfortable armchairs, and big cups of coffee or tea." — Katarina Bivald

"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

"You will never be alone, you hear so deep / a sound when autumn comes." — William Stafford