Europeans coming to America are surprised by the brilliancy of our autumnal foliage. There is no account of such a phenomenon in English poetry, because the trees acquire but few bright colors there. The most that Thomson says on this subject is his "Autumn" is contained in the lines, --

     "But see the fading many-colored woods, 
     Shade deepening over shade, the country round
     Imbrown; a crowded umbrage, dusk and dun, 
     Of every hue, from wan declining green 
     To sooty dark" : -

and in the line which he speaks of 

     "Autumn beaming o'er the yellow woods."

No one writes about seasons, weather, or fall, like Henry D. Thoreau.

This from his essay Autumnal Tints.

Thoreau, Henry D.. Essays: A Fully Annotated Edition. Italy, Yale University Press, 2013. p. 281