October

October weaves its magic
the oak tree bares its soul
I find myself too wind-enamored
to think the year is old
But it IS that time of year.

It’s cool and blue, and fair
the sky today so clear,
you miss the clouds —
and then they reappear.

But I can’t venture out
I’ll have to sit inside
and watch the hay ride wagon
going down that country road
in a calendar scene I turn to.
It’s all I have right now.
It brings the season near.
The children are laughing,
the farmer looks ahead,
leaves are changing color
and fields of stubble are bare.
I wish I could be passing by,
waving to them there.

But when they’ve gone,
I think (if I were really there),
I’d find a swing
that must hang down
from some old tree,
and ride up high
and tumble into leaves.

And on the ground as I lay there,
I’ll smell the earth so strong
in those same leaves becoming
the ground on which I lie.

We’ll wait awhile to see the frost
It’ll take its sweet time coming.
I’ll try to use time wisely,
and rejoice that fall is here.
It doesn’t last too long, you know.
For soon it will be fading,
and then, it will be gone.

time to become one with the leaves. i love the smell of autumn.

I am printing this out for my bulletin board! This is a tribute to my birthday month! You always make me smile! Love,

You’re captured the reasons October is my favorite month.

Autumn is so very magic. I love the magic in this poem, especially the lovely first verse. Quill has a good idea! Love,

This is my favorite time of the year. Especially seeing the leaves change ..remembering they will come again in that new-neon green in the Spring. Full circle..immortal as are we..cait..

Willy & Wilma

October 1, 2000

This beautiful poem about October reminded me of what a nice time it is for outdoor things.

A bewitching poem. Oak trees and October do seem to hold hands don’t they. It is my favorite season as well.

Bramble

October 2, 2000

I want to swing and jump into the leaves, but I will be happy with your lovely descriptions. That’s safer for my grandmotherly bones 🙂

What a lovely poem! It almost makes up for losing summer.

I agree, I agree. October is glorious & my most favorite month, despite the sorrow when it departs. Lovely poem. You inspire me… Akhmatova

leaves becoming earth… Nice. This is quite good.

Yup, that’s october. The nature will soon have a pause. But in some months: everything will start over again!

Wonderful poem – soon it will be time for pumpkin-carving and apple-bobbing as we make preparations for our long winter’s sleep. Puget Sound was gray and choppy the other morning. I love all its moods.

October is also my birth month and I love the bright, blue weather!

Absolutely beautiful…perfect and full of fall magic…thank you…

Was just in your area last week, though didn’t know it at the time…entry forthcoming… (…That is, I knew I was there, but didn’t know you were 😉

tis my favorite season…

adrift

October 4, 2000

You take me to places held dear within my heart. So wonderful to read your words again. I am transported to a place of tranquil beauty each time I come here. Beautifully written my friend! *smile*

I love October, Oswego, for many reasons, some spiritual and some from just the love of the beauty of it. This is a wonderous poem. You are so multi-talented.

I am captured in your moment! Gypsy Song

Thankyou for sharing the poem. It has helped me to focus on the things that I have always loved about this season. Live long and Pro$per. Ben

Edelweis

April 28, 2002

Beautiful poem again! I like october and the changing world, the warm colors…but at this moment it’s so far away. Now I can only think of the bright spring that soon will change to summer. I spent a long day at the beach today. Strong wind, wild sea, noisy surf, beautiful sky and nicely shaped fast clouds, a wonderful rainbow and a gorgious sunset. So much to be thankful for, all in one day :o)