Page of quotes, poems, wit, and wisdom for October

Poetical Sketches
To Autumn

O AUTUMN, laden with fruit, and stainèd
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

“The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.

“The spirits of the air live on the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat;
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.

William Blake (1757-1827). The Poetical Works. 1908.

When the Year Grows Old

When the Year Grows Old by Edna St. Vincent Millay I cannot but remember When the year grows old-- October--November-- How she disliked the cold! She used to watch the swallows Go down across the sky, And turn from the window With a little sharp sigh. And often when...


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. ~George Cooper, "October's Party"


WHEN on the breath of autumn breeze, From pastures dry and brown, Goes floating like an idle thought The fair white thistle-down, Oh then what joy to walk at will Upon the golden harvest hill! What joy in dreamy ease to lie Amid a field new shorn, And see all round on...

Autumn Tapestry

Autumn patiently counted the days As she fashioned her threads of gold, She tirelessly spun her palette of silk And waited for days to grow cold. She lined up her spools of tangerine, Kept an eye on the colour of leaves. Then early one night, when Frost kissed the...


The Autumn wood the aster knows, The empty nest, the wind that grieves, The sunlight breaking thro' the shade, The squirrel chattering overhead, The timid rabbits lighter tread Among the rustling leaves. - Dora Read Goodale, Asters

Gladys Tabor : Trees

At the end of the swamp, a narrow road turns right to the house. The giant sugar maples that surround it are spreading a deep green canopy above the slant roof and I look up at them and tell them that the first swamp maple is turning. Whether they believe me or not, I...

The softened light, the veiling haze,
The calm repose of autumn days,
Steal gently o’er the troubled breast,
Soothing life’s weary cares to rest..

~ Phebe A. Holder, A Song of October

I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
~ L. M. Montgomery

There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October.

~ Nathaniel Hawthorn.