9 October Poems

Find inspiring thoughts in these October poems to help you look forward to this month. October is the month in a season of beauty and harvest. The Poets express their thoughts on what this tenth month of the year means to them. We hope you find the ones that encourage you to see the beauty that surrounds you during this season!

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  1. October
    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.



  2. October
    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.



  3. October - What Can Compare
    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?



  4. October
    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.



  5. 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



  6. October
    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.



  7. The Tenth Month
    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.



  8. October's Bright Blue Weather
    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.



  9. October
    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!
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