Discover a treasure trove of inspiration within these captivating October poems, urging you to anticipate the wonders this month beholds. October emerges as a beacon in the tapestry of seasons, adorned with beauty and abundant harvest.
With heartfelt verses, poets bare their souls, unraveling their profound reflections on the significance of this tenth month. As you embark on this poetic journey, may you find solace and encouragement, allowing you to embrace the captivating beauty that envelopes you during this enchanting season of October.
Days are gettin' shorter an' the air a keener snap;
Apples now are droppin' into Mother Nature's lap;
The mist at dusk is risin' over valley, marsh an' fen
An' it's just as plain as sunshine, winter's comin' on again.
The turkeys now are struttin' round the old farmhouse once more;
They are done with all their nestin', and their hatchin' days are o'er;
Now the farmer's cuttin' fodder for the silo towerin' high
An' he's frettin' an' complainin' 'cause the corn's a bit too dry.
But the air is mighty peaceful an' the scene is good to see,
An' there's somethin' in October that stirs deep inside o' me;
An' I just can't help believin' in a God above us, when
Everything is ripe for harvest and the frost is back again.
In the month of October, a season's tale unfolds,
As nature's palette shifts, vibrant colors behold.
The weather turns cooler, a crispness fills the air,
Leaves cascade like confetti, a dance without a care.
Children's hearts aflutter, counting days with glee,
Anticipating Halloween, a night of mystery.
The sun's rays wane, as twilight gently sweeps,
Shorter hours of daylight, as the world slowly sleeps.
October's charm enchants, a magical embrace,
A symphony of change, in this transient space.
With each passing day, a glimpse of nature's art,
October's beauty whispers, etching memories in the heart.
Clear October Morning Poet: Edmund Clarence Stedman
No clouds are in the morning sky,
The vapors hug the stream,
Who says that life and hope can die
In all this northern gleam?
At every turn the maples burn,
The quail is whistling free,
The partridge whirs, and the frosted burs
Are dropping for you and me.
In the clear October morning.
Joyous, sunny days, so bright and clear,
But, oh, how short a time they last!
For ere we dream their close is near,
Summer has joined the past:
While we rush on, nor dream that summer's done,
We're greeted. by the rays of autumnal sun.
Swiftly the days have glided by,
That have passed beyond recalling,
Withered and blighted the flowerets lie,
The autumn leaves are falling;
And over many a gorgeous Nature-painted scene,
October's gold and amber stream.
When The Leaves Are Turning Brown Poet: Elizabeth Akers Allen
Never is my heart so gay
In the budding month of May,
Never does it beat a tune
Half so sweet in bloomy June,
Never knows such happiness
As on such a day as this,
When October dons her crown,
And the leaves are turning brown.
Breathe, sweet children, soft regrets
For the vanished violets;
Sing, young lovers, the delights
Of the golden summer nights;
Never in the sunnier hours
On my way such radiance showers
As from heaven falls softly down,
When the leaves are turning brown.
Braid your girdles, fresh and gay,
Children, in the bloom of May;
Twist your chaplets in young June,
Maidens, — they will fade full soon;
Twine ripe roses, July-red,
Lovers, for the dear one's head;
I will weave my richer crown
When the leaves are turning brown.
Into its lap the treasures of the year
Are gladly thrown: the royal golden-rod,
Fresh from the kind and gracious hand of God,
Puts on a brighter garb, and far and near
The wonders of the autumn hues appear;
The balmy air with ecstacy is rife;
All nature grows in plentitude of life,
And breathes deep with the bounties of good cheer.
The morning clouds are full of beauty, too,
And dash their richest crimson o'er the scene,
While in the range of sunset's purple view
There glows the glory of its changing sheen -
The tints of earth and sky forever new;
The grandeur which forever rolls between!
October's Design Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In the tapestry of time, October was designed,
A month ordained by God, with purpose intertwined.
Amidst autumn's embrace, His glory comes alive,
Revealing His love through nature's vibrant dive.
In October's touch, His grace begins to unfold,
A season of reflection, where faith takes hold.
Through changing leaves and gentle, cooling breeze,
God's handiwork whispers, inspiring hearts to appease.
For in this sacred month, His wonders we discern,
A reminder of His power, from which we learn.
October's essence reveals His creative art,
A testament to His love, woven into every part.
So let us praise the Creator as we journey through,
October's sacred realm, God's blessings anew.
For in this month, His presence is ever near,
Guiding our steps, with faith that knows no fear.