Poet: Edgar A Guest
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.
Autumn Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
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.
Month Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, © 2020
October, the tenth month of the year
Some hate it, others think it's dear
The heat of the summer is done
In the sky sets high the sun.
But we know what is coming next
October's coolness puts it in context
Winter will soon be upon us
But enjoy the fall without fuss.
The colors of October bring
Beauty to the trees and things
The sunsets against the trees at night
Shine the most beautiful light
October is the month of harvest
We pray and hope for the largest
We give thanks to God above
A time of year to feel His love.
Thanksgiving Poems
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.
Poems About Clouds
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In October's realm, nature's brush unfurls,
Bringing forth hues that enchant boys and girls.
Autumn's palette paints a splendid scene,
A miracle of seasons, vibrant and serene.
Brilliant colors burst, like fireworks in the sky,
Golden, red, and orange, catching every eye.
Each season brings a gift, a part of nature's plan,
But October's beauty, a masterpiece at hand.
Embracing change, we witness nature's art,
A reminder of miracles, etched in every heart.
October's symphony, a visual delight,
The magic of the seasons, an awe-inspiring sight.
Poems About Colors
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
October's here, oh what a sight,
Leaves ablaze with colors so bright.
The air is crisp, the breeze is cold,
A month of change, I'm ready to behold.
Pumpkin patches and apple pies,
Halloween costumes in our eyes.
Excitement twirls within my heart,
October's a month to celebrate.
Halloween Poems
Poet: Eloise A. Skimings
The flowers are drooping one by one,
The wheat is garner'd, the work is done,
The vines are wither'd, their race is run,
October.
The waves are angry on Huron's breast,
The song birds have flown to homes of vest,
The trees in crimson and gold are drest.
October.
The summer light is waning fast,
Tlie sultry winds become a blast,
The autumn frost a blight has cast,
October.
Let us then work for a home above,
A haven of everlasting love,
Where truth will find the treasure trove,
October.
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Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
October arrives with all of its charms,
Color paints the landscape, causing hearts to warm.
As leaves fall gently with each passing day,
There's a special day that cannot be kept at bay.
Children start counting down for Halloween night,
Preparing costumes imaginations take flight.
Trick or treat they say, as October draws near,
Excitement fills the air, for the children dear.
Trick or Treat Poems
Poet: Sterling Brannen
October is a pleasant time;
The foliage is so sublime,
And there's a briskness in the air
What with October can compare?
Though fainter are the solar glints,
Thought fainter, too, the floral tints,
Though month-end finds the trees quite bare,
What with October can compare?
In town and country, forest, field,
Is garnered kindly Nature's yield.
The harvest urges thankful prayer.
What with October can compare?
Tree Poems
Poet: Lillian E Curtis
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.
Poems About The Sky
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.
Poems About Leaves
Poet: Paul Laurence Dunbar
October is the treasurer of the year,
And all the months pay bounty to her store;
The fields and orchards still their tribute bear,
And fill her brimming coffers more and more.
But she, with youthful lavishness,
Spends all her wealth in gaudy dress,
And decks herself in garments bold
Of scarlet, purple, red, and gold.
She heedeth not how swift the hours fly,
But smiles and sings her happy life along;
She only sees above a shining sky;
She only hears the breezes' voice in song.
Her garments trail the woodlands through,
And gather pearls of early dew
That sparkle, till the roguish Sun
Creeps up and steals them every one.
But what cares she that jewels should be lost,
When all of Nature's bounteous wealth is hers?
Though princely fortunes may have been their cost,
Not one regret her calm demeanor stirs.
Whole-hearted, happy, careless, free,
She lives her life out joyously,
Nor cares when Frost stalks o'er her way
And turns her auburn locks to gray.
Winter Poems
by Helen Hunt Jackson
O sun and skies and clouds of June
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather;
When loud the bumblebee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And goldenrod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;
When gentians roll their fringes tight,
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burs
Without a sound of warning;
When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine twining;
When all the lovely wayside things
Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields, still green and fair,
Late aftermaths are growing;
When springs run low, and on the brooks,
In idle, golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods, for winter waiting;
When comrades seek sweet country haunt
By twos and twos together,
And count like misers hour by hour
October's bright blue weather.
O sun and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October's bright blue weather.
Poems About Beauty
Poet: H. A. Laveley
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!
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.
Christian Poems
Poet: Unknown
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.
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 hands across all round.
