October
Quotations for Gardeners, Walkers, and Lovers of the Green Way
Poems, Quotes, Folklore,
Myths, Customs, Holidays, Traditions
Celebrations,
Sayings, Poetry, Quips, References, Links
Ideas, Gardening Chores
The Month of October
"In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the
crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought
and care and toil. And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as
from August to November."
- Rose G. Kingsley, The Autumn Garden
"I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand, shadowless like Silence, listening
To Silence."
- Thomas Hood
“He is outside of everything,
and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light
imagination
is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.”
- Henry James
"I have come to a still, but not a deep
center,
A point outside the glittering current;
My eyes stare at the bottom of a river,
At the irregular stones, iridescent sandgrains,
My mind moves in more than one place,
In a country half-land, half-water.
I am renewed by death, thought of my death,
The dry scent of a dying garden in September,
The wind fanning the ash of a low fire.
What I love is near at hand,
Always, in earth and air."
- Theodore Roethke, The
Far Field
"Corn and grain, corn and grain,
All that falls shall rise again."
- Wiccan Harvest Chant
"Just before the
death of flowers,
And before they are buried in snow,
There comes a festival season
When nature is all aglow."
- Author Unknown
"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
"Spring comes with flowers, autumn with the
moon, summer with the breeze, winter with snow. When idle
concerns don't fill your thoughts, that's your best season."
- Wu-Men
"A child looking at ruins grows younger
but cold
and wants to wake to a new name
I have been younger in October
than in all the months of spring
walnut and may leaves the color
of shoulders at the end of summer
a month that has been to the mountain
and become light there
the long grass lies pointing uphill
even in death for a reason
that none of us knows
and the wren laughs in the early shade now
come again shining glance in your good time
naked air late morning
my love is for lightness
of touch foot feather
the day is yet one more yellow leaf
and without turning I kiss the light
by an old well on the last of the month
gathering wild rose hips
in the sun."
- W. S. Merwin,
"The sweet calm
sunshine of October, now
Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold
The pur0ple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough
drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold."
- William Cullen Bryant
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"The clump of maples on the hill,
And this one near the door,
Seem redder, quite a lot, this year
Than last, or year before;
I wonder if it's jest because
I Love the Old State more!"
- David
L. Cady, October in Vermont
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