An October Post

October is just around the corner {or is actually here, by the time this gets posted *rolls eyes and winks*}. So I thought I would look up some poems on my favorite month of the year. *grins* This is gonna be soooo much fun!



It Was One of Those Fine October Days

It was one of those fine October days

free from summer’s heat and haze

but not yet gripped by autumn chill.

It was one of those fine October days

when the sky’s so clear

you can see the moon

through the atmosphere

at midday.

It was one of those fine October days

when the trees sport yellow and red

instead of everyday summer green.

It was one of those fine October days

when one draws a deep breath

and is grateful

to be resident on Earth.

~ Richard Greene

October Girl

I married an October girl

but met her in December's cold,

I remember well

that winter of our meeting

you could not say that it was swell

that frosty first time greeting.

I saw her a second time

October in the spring

when light shone from her face

and joined with my light within;

she blew a gentle breeze

with freshness in her haste

to meet again the man

who previously in December

she had not seemed

so keen to chase.

She blew into my life in spring

through summer and the fall

and swirled around the boughs

of my many outreaching branches,

until she bared me of all the leaves

I'd grown throughout my life

and pointed to the roots of me

that held me strong in strife.

October is a blustery girl

with many winds of change

sometimes with an angry squall

that bares wintered teeth

with lightening storms of rage,

but I never did meet a girl

with such a warm embrace.

I married that October girl

we married in the spring

and as I wait to see

what summer's breeze may bring

I know that October's girl

will shine her light within

as I soar up so very high

upon October's wind.

~ David Taylor

{co-incidentally, my husband married an October girl. *winks*}

October

Crispy air and azure skies,

High above, a white cloud flies,

Bright as newly fallen snow.

Oh the joy to those who know October!

Colors bright on bush and tree.

Over the weedy swamp, we see

A veil of purple and brown and gold.

Thy beauty words have never told. October!

Scolding sparrows on the lawn,

Rabbits frisking home at dawn,

Pheasants midst the sheaves of grain,

All in harmony acclaim, October!

Brown earth freshly turned by plow,

Apples shine on bended bough,

Bins o'erflowed with oats and wheat,

And satisfaction reigns complete. October!

Radiant joy is everywhere.

Spirits in tune to the spicy air,

Thrill in the glory of each day.

Life's worth living when we say, October!

~ Joseph Pullman Porter

October

O hushed October morning mild,

Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;

Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,

Should waste them all.

The crows above the forest call;

Tomorrow they may form and go.

O hushed October morning mild,

Begin the hours of this day slow.

Make the day seem to us less brief.

Hearts not averse to being beguiled,

Beguile us in the way you know.

Release one leaf at break of day;

At noon release another leaf;

One from our trees, one far away.

Retard the sun with gentle mist;

Enchant the land with amethyst.

Slow, slow!

For the grapes' sake, if the were all,

Whose elaves already are burnt with frost,

Whose clustered fruit must else be lost--

For the grapes' sake along the all.

~ Robert Frost

October's Party

October gave a party;

The leaves by hundreds came-

The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,

And leaves of every name.

The Sunshine spread a carpet,

And everything was grand,

Miss Weather led the dancing,

Professor Wind the band.

The Chestnuts came in yellow,

The Oaks in crimson dressed;

The lovely Misses Maple

In scarlet looked their best;

All balanced to their partners,

And gaily fluttered by;

The sight was like a rainbow

New fallen from the sky.

Then, in the rustic hollow,

At hide-and-seek they played,

The party closed at sundown,

And everybody stayed.

Professor Wind played louder;

They flew along the ground;

And then the party ended

In jolly "hands around.

~ George Cooper

Autumn

All day I have watched the purple vine leaves

Fall into the water.

And now in the moonlight they still fall,

But each leaf is fringed with silver.

~ Amy Lowell

In The Library

The library always smells like this:

an ancient stew of vinegar and wood.

It’s autumn again,

and I can do anything.

~ Dorothea Grossman

Autumn Fires

In the other gardens

And all up the vale,

From the autumn bonfires

See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over

And all the summer flowers,

The red fire blazes,

The grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!

Something bright in all!

Flowers in the summer,

Fires in the fall!

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

{One of my favorite poems}

And since I'm so nice {and bored}, here are a few more cool Autumn pictures I found while doing this post.