Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Welcome, October


October turned my maple's leaves to gold;
The most are gone now; here and there one lingers;
Soon these will slip from out the twig's weak hold,
Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.
--Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Maple Leaves.



And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
--William Cullen Bryant, October: A Sonnet.


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 Hawthorne, American Note-Books, 7 Oct., 1841.



The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere--
The leaves they were withering and sere; 
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year.
--Edgar Allan Poe, Ulalume.


October's foliage yellows with his cold.
--John Ruskin, The Months.



October in New England,
And I not there to see
The glamour of the goldenrod,
The flame of the maple tree!
October in my own land . . .
I know what glory fills
The mountain of New Hampshire
And Massachusetts hills.
--Odell Shepard, Home Thoughts


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