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“the thing with October is, I think, it somehow gets in your very blood. Unapologetically. Almost ruthlessly.”
― Anne Sexton

“Autumn is a poem - while you fall for everything, you remember that there is something worth dying for.”
― Laura Chouette

“The brisk October winds were brutal through the sunset colors of the leaves. The kind of wind that went right through you, just to prove how infallible humans were.”
― Kelly Covic, Insomnia

“It's October, and the shorter days have made us hungrier, depriving us of light and forcing us to look for it in other people.”
― Billy-Ray Belcourt, Coexistence: Stories

“I think the seasons complete me-
for once autumn comes
I can fall freely
along with every leave.
I do not have to bloom,
yet, I must die
in every delicate line of October.”
― Laura Chouette

“October approached.

Nervously, the monsters eyed the calendar between news reports.

Were they scary enough?

The bar was getting a little high.”
― James Mark Miller

“Autumn is the place to be - once you fell for everything yet know that there is something worth dying for.”
― Laura Chouette

“What the light looks like in the pear trees, in October, is a hundred teardrops of gold, the whole orchard weeping.”
― Carole Maso, The Art Lover

“Dear October,

I'm Falling for you”
― Charmaine J Forde

“There is a sweetness to the month of October and season fall in general that brings our attention homeward and inward. Could it be the trees going to sleep, cool dry temperatures that delight our morning or daylight hours slipping way causing our focus to converge on how short and fragile life really is. All these things conspire to usher in a season of reflection on relationships and the things that give our lives meaning. What a great loss to our human experience should we ignore or squander this the autumn of our lives. Embrace it, feel it, study it, it is indeed one of God’s great gifts to us.”
― Michael Marcel, Sr.

“It was a mild, grey October afternoon; a day to make mild, grey decisions.”
― Antonia Hodgson, The Devil in the Marshalsea

“FALLING FOR AUTUMN

That time of the year,
When September welcomes October,
They fall for each other,
And then they show their true colors.”
― Charmaine J. Forde

“II'm falling in love with the vibrant colors as the leaves transform,
I'm falling in love with the smell of spiced pumpkin cakes, pies and cookies,
I'm falling in love with the cold October rain,
I'm falling in love with October again and again.”
― Charmaine J Forde

“October's Double by Stewart Stafford

Light a fire in flinty February,
As the evening time comes down,
Welcome all the family home
With shopping bought from town.

Hear the logs crackle and roll,
And the sparks pop and hiss,
A storm roars down the chimney,
To deliver its tempestuous kiss.

Drowsiness in the living room,
As the expiring embers fade,
Up we go to those clean sheets,
And beds so neatly made.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“AUTUMN NIGHTS

A crispy, cozy night on my wooden porch,
Rustling leaves under my feet,
Pinecones and pumpkin lights everywhere,
A soft wool blanket in my chair,
The smell of warm apple spiced candles,
What a delight!
I'm really falling for this October night.”
― Charmaine J Forde

“Fall comes with different colors to challenge a green Summer”
― Neamat Alishiryan

“The north wind roaring down in October is cruel and cold and reminds you again â€� as the sea has a way of doing â€� that nature does not care for man. And somehow that makes the red and yellow leaves and the blue, deceptive noons all the sweeter and more precious because living is so dangerous and so short and can be so bitter.”
― Elliott Merrick, Green Mountain Farm

“Halloween children bear the blessing and curse of seeing through the veil separating the visible and invisible worlds. We recall with vivid clarity the sweet embrace of that which made us. We carry it with us even when we are told by others to fear it.”
― Sasha Graham, The Magic of Tarot: Your Guide to Intuitive Readings, Rituals, and Spells

“All the months are friends of mine but apple month is the dearest," chanted Pat.

It was October at Silver Bush. . .”
― Lucy Maud Montgomery, Mistress Pat

“I wish that October had more Saturdays.”
― Charmaine J. Forde

“There’s this smell that only exists in
Milwaukee in October. The thin smoky jet of laundry after the rain. Wet leaves half-drying, half getting wet again. Open PBR cans,
cigarettes, leather. A mix of youth and nostalgia, of losing something
as you’re living it. The feeling, both terrifying and comforting, that life would always
be exactly like this.”
― Zhanna Slor

“All along the crystal cove the woven masks pace and pause from doorstep to doorstep. Shadows dance on the crest of the moon, as clouds, like dark bats, shift through the skies.
The children in garments of glib disarray;
the parents wear masks that won’t fade away.
Olive and amber, sea and sky;
salt and sand go winding by.
One can sense the cries of hovering birds,
the laughter of children,
and frost-bitten air.”
― Craig Froman, An owl on the moon: A journal from the edge of darkness

“This unholy masquerade
when reality does fade,
the imprint of the God
on our mortal-stained facade.
Saints and spirits strip the earth
of the straining hope of birth.
“Kill the hope with grasping grave,�
cries the earthly mortal slave.”
― Craig Froman, An owl on the moon: A journal from the edge of darkness

“Above this crystal pool are rows of lighted candles, flames flickering in the wind. Carved orange lanterns line the crags.
O, ignisfatuus,
foolish fire.
O, the lantern
in the mire.
Spirits quaking
with the light,
demon darkness,
far too bright.
Orange whispers,
yellow cries;
ever-haunting,
numb good-byes.
Good-bye, O childhood;
Farewell, my nickel joys.”
― Craig Froman, An owl on the moon: A journal from the edge of darkness

“Daniel seems to rise above the moon with a brilliance in his eyes. He steps toward the sea and screams, more in defiance than rage.
“Mortality; O wretched death and mortality!
Decay is a demon dream, schemed in symmetry.
O, that death crucified might halt its talons,
for all will ascend from the grave!
Remember the fallen, the slain; their dust is our foundation.
Consider their suffering and pain; for there lies a new creation.”
― Craig Froman, An owl on the moon: A journal from the edge of darkness

“Daniel? Daniel...of what use are the bones of saints? Of what great interest to me are their dusted stories of day?â€� I stand at a dreadful distance.
He speaks,
“Silent stones of granite hue;
enveloped now in sacred dew.
Speak somber words of restless hope...
of resurrection.�
I hear the hushings of the wind in a rhythmic silence, and turn to see a friar’s lantern on a distant ridge.”
― Craig Froman, An owl on the moon: A journal from the edge of darkness

“Daniel,â€� I speak through weariness, “God has given me little hope and less strength. I hear only a voice saying ‘noâ€� from the wings of this circling stage.â€�
“Ah, because we worship the gods of the arts in our wavering world; the mock souls and masked faces with painted-on peace. What do you expect of a forgery?� He pauses as he turns toward me. “Reality is no longer relevant.�
Darkness chokes the moon as we rest on stirring sand.”
― Craig Froman, An owl on the moon: A journal from the edge of darkness

“I know for sure that so many dreams will become a reality in this month of October. So many of the prayers will be answered. So many ideas, creative thoughts & intentions will be manifesting for so many people around the world.

Darling listen � I wish you to be one of them! I wish this blessing of change in season brings you whatever you have been praying for & expecting. Let it bring you everlasting bliss & everything that is good for your mind, body & spirit.

Sweetheart, I want you to fix your thoughts on what is pure, honorable, graceful, lovely & excellent. I also want you to focus & do some real things that are not only good & worthy of praise, but also make you proud of yourself & bring you closer to your God.

I wish your existence alone would become deserving of celebration, very soon. I pray & hope that you succeed & prosper in every area of your life, be in good health & remain in high spirits throughout.

Happy new month, October!”
― Rajesh Goyal

“She fastened her attention on the taxi window as they drove crosstown. It was one of those last wonderful days in October, when the air is balmy and the faded sun tries to pretend it's spring.”
― Jacqueline Susann, Valley of the Dolls

“October mornings peeled the night cloud back to its subcutaneous lilac tissue.
The leaves earned their name by leaving the trees. Browned and blistered foliage cascaded from the sycamore, swilling into the exterior nooks of the house, ruffling the gravel, snagging on the tortured remains of the thistle, bottlenecking and compacting in the corner where the wheelie bin was kept, so that when it was taken off for collection, its absence created a rectangular hollow the shape of a short, stocky pillar that held its shape for several seconds before crumbling.”
― Sara Baume, Seven Steeples