Welcome October

Welcome October

October is the tenth month of the year in the Gregorian calendar, coming between September and November. It has 31 days. In the ancient Roman calendar, October was the name of the eighth month of the year. Its name comes from word "octo", which in Latin means “eight.” When the Romans converted to a 12-month calendar by adding January and February, they tried to rename this month after various Roman emperors, but October's name stuck. So, now let us “Enjoy the slightly cool breeze of October days and let it fill your body with tranquility.” “Happy October to every loved one as it is autumn again, the time to cuddle and bring it on.”

As the height of autumn, October showcases the beauty of the season. Vibrant colours and varied landscapes offer the ideal backdrop for photography enthusiasts. Marking the transition from summer to winter, it's the perfect time to make memories with those one loves and showcases them through photos. In the month of October, everybody prepares for the upcoming last days of sunny warmth and cozy nights in the same month. “October arrives like a painter, dressing the world in vibrant hues of gold and crimson, reminding us that change is the most beautiful season of all.” So, this is a reminder that “Sweater on, leaves falling – October is calling".

The October offers hues of amber and gold, where Fall season (September through November) gently unfolds, Leaves dance in the breeze, their stories yet untold. The air turns crisp, as the days grow shorter, the Nature's canvas painted a masterpiece of colour. Pumpkins and apples, harvest's delightful treasures, Warm cider and bonfires, moments to be cherished. No matter where you live, fall festivals and carnivals tend to pop up during this glorious month. Not only are they fun, but they're also an affordable way to while away a weekend afternoon. Every year, nature puts on the ultimate show as the leaves change color. There's no better month of the year than October to enjoy the vibrant colors of the leaves.

If one is borne in October, this Global medical survey will be so welcoming. The survey finds that October babies tend to live longer than those born in other months — the Journal of Aging Research has found that people born in the fall (September through November), have a greater chance of living to see the 100-year mark. October birthdays also bring strong mental health. But one must always remember that “October is a silent reminder that even the most beautiful things must fade, only to make way for something just as breathtaking.” Similarly, “Let October be a reminder that even as things fade, there’s always a beauty in transition and a strength in knowing what’s yet to come.” Therefore; “October is nature’s way of showing us that letting go is necessary to make room for new dreams, new adventures, and new beginnings.”

Welcome, October! Your crisp air and falling leaves are a soothing balm for the soul, reminding us of the beauty in change. The beautiful month of October brings a sense of renewal and calm. October is a time to embrace next coming cozy moments and cooler days. It’s a season of change, inviting us to reflect, refresh, and enjoy the simple pleasures of life. “Autumn adventures begin as October smiles upon the land". It can be said that “Spooky nights and starry sights – October is a wonder." “October’s beauty lies in its quiet transformation, from green to gold". Whether you’re celebrating the warmth of the season or seeking inspiration for the weeks ahead, following welcome October quotes must fill us with joy and anticipation. 

“In October’s golden glow, the trees whisper stories of change and the beauty in letting go.” “October days are filled with the sound of rustling leaves, as if the world is gently exhaling before winter.” "Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall." "Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale." "Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree." “Autumn’s gentle touch transforms the landscape into a tapestry of vibrant colors, inviting us to wander and wonder.” 

“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.” – Stanley Horowitz

“You don’t waste October sunshine. Soon the old autumn sun would bed down in cloud blankets, and there would be weeks of gray rain before it finally decided to snow.” – Katherine Arden, Small Spaces

“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!” – Humbert Wolfe

“October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!” – Rainbow Rowell,

“The trees are in their autumn beauty, the woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky.” – William Butler Yeats

“I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.” ― Leif Enger, Peace Like a River

“October had the tremendous possibility. The summer’s oppressive heat was a distant memory, and the golden leaves promised a world full of beautiful adventures. They made me believe in miracles.” – Sarah Guillory, Reclaimed

“In the entire circle of the year, there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October.” – Alexander Smith

“There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October.” – Nathaniel Hawthorne

O hushed October morning mild,

Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;

Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,

Should waste them all.

The crows above the forest call;

Tomorrow they may form and go.

O hushed October morning mild,

Begin the hours of this day slow.

Make the day seem to us less brief.

Hearts not averse to being beguiled,

Beguile us in the way you know.

Release one leaf at break of day;

At noon release another leaf;

One from our trees, one far away.

Retard the sun with gentle mist;

Enchant the land with amethyst.

Slow, slow!

For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,

Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,

Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—

For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

In her beautiful scarlet colors

Nature paints with lavish hand

All the flaming sumac bushes far and near;

And a teeming gorgeous beauty

Is beheld throughout the land

On a frosty morn in autumn-time of year.

When the harvests all are gathered,

And the roads are smooth and dry,

With a tang of cool and bracing atmosphere,

As the geese are flying southward,

Through the blue and cloudless sky,

There's a tranquil charm to autumn-time of year.

Do you ever in the fall,

Hear the sighing woodland's call,

When the frosts of autumn turn the leaves to brown?

Do you ever feel a thrill,

Of delight in autumn's chill,

When the deep, dark shades of evening settle down?

Do you ever like to be,

Like the aborigine,

In a tent down in the woodland dark and wild,

Where the Hoot Owls with delight,

Chill with terror and affright,

Those who in their lonely haunts may be beguiled?

Do you love the camp fire's light,

Sputtering, sparkling, burning bright,

Then receding as the dying of the day?

Do you love the lullabies,

Of the zephyrs as they rise,

And among the forest branches softly play?

Come, then, 'tis October calling,

And the ripened nuts are falling,

And we'll build a booming camp fire near the tent,

For the year is not complete,

If we miss October's treat.

'Tis the sweetest hour the year has sent.

There's a certain eerie sadness

Tempered with exultant gladness

In October weather.

Vanished is June's fertile sweetness,

July's mellow rare completeness;

August fleeing with September

Leaves a beauty earth remembers

In October weather.

The long rows of china aster

Stiffly face a sure disaster,

The vine grasped by the frost's keen fingers

Shrivels where it deserted lingers;

Summer suns are mirrored brightly

From the trees the frosts touch lightly

In October weather.

There's the courage of the mountains

And the daring of the rivers,

There's the wisdom of the meadows

Autumn holds and guards forever,

And they give a ripened gladness

Tinctured with a shadowy sadness

To October weather.

In October by Bliss Carman

Now come the rosy dogwoods,

The golden tulip-tree,

And the scarlet yellow maple,

To make a day for me.

The ash-trees on the ridges,

The alders in the swamp,

Put on their red and purple

To join the autumn pomp.

The woodbine hangs her crimson

Along the pasture wall,

And all the bannered sumacs

Have heard the frosty call.

Who then so dead to valor

As not to raise a cheer,

When all the woods are marching

In triumph of the year?

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Late October by Sylvester Baxter

Out of my window I look down

Into the yard of my neighbor,

My friend, the parish priest across the way,

And this is the picture I see:

A glowing maple rising like a fountain

Out of the emerald lawn rimmed by a close-clipped hedge

Of darker green.

All gray the sky is, but the maple

Gleams like spray in sunlight.

Out of its blazing mass

The leaves are showering

Like the sparks that fly when a smouldering fire is stirred.

They lie in drifts upon the grassy verdure

Like lightly fallen snow of gold;

They powder the sombre green of the hedge

As gilded confetti might powder the head

Of some strangely dark-haired beauty.

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October by William Cullen Bryant

“The sweet, calm sunshine of October, now

Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold

The pur0ple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough

drops its bright spoil like arrowheads of gold.”

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October Poem by Anonymous

“O suns and skies and clouds of June,

And flowers of June together,

Ye cannot rival for one hour

October’s bright blue weather.”

The moon is at her crystal window

Spinning and weaving . . .

The moon looks out of her window of crystal.

She has no lights excepting stars

That hang on threads unknown

From her sky-ceiling, her walls.

Their twinkling is like the twittering of many birds

In the early morning.

The moon sits by her crystal window;

She sings to herself and spins . . .

Spins the pale blue silken thread

That holds earth danghng

Over deep light. . . .

(Now this is what the moon sings:)

Spin, spinning wheel,

Day and night too!

I keep it going all the time

To weave my robe of dew.

I make it from the fields of blue

And the robin's breast;

The sun gives me rays

From the yellow west.

It shall be touched with evening

And with mellowy dew,

And send a separate shining

Down the sky to you,

My woven gown of sun-rays,

My silken gown of blue.

In breathless awe of this strange midnight-noon

The mute woods stand and stare bewildered o'er:

Heaped at their feet lie glittering Louis d'or;

Piled high the golden scudo and doubloon,

The hoarded earnings of their youth of June,

Are these surprised of bandit-meteor?

How pale the face yon spectral Sycamore

Lifts, tremulously, to the midnight moon!

Fruitful October! so fair and calm

Singing of God and his charity,

Every note of thy joyous psalm

Chords of my heart give back to thee.

Joy for the riches thy bounty yields

Over the breadth of our smiling fields!

Out of the months that have gone before,

Gathering tribute from this thy store,

E'en from the torpid December moon,

From the vernal rains and the heats of June,

All that was good thou hast drawn and brought.

Nothing a loss;

E'en from the dross,

Alchemist marvellous, thou hast wrought

Misted gold for thy noon's delights,

Silver of frost for thy twinkling nights.

Blest be thy blessing, all thy beauty now

Glows as a diadem on thy brow,

So, let me sing to thee,

So, let me bring to thee

Praise of the queen of my soul, for she,

Bountiful bringer of joys to me,

Wearing thy glory, is kin to thee.

How hath she wrought with the passing years?

All of their pleasures and pains and tears,

All their rose hopes and their pallid fears,

Through her sweet being have issued forth

Fused into treasure of priceless worth.

Look on the fruits of her alchemy,

Lisping their music around her knee.

Muse on the splendor of her sweet face,

Motherly wisdom and maiden grace.

Gold of your noon time is in her hair;

Aye, and your silver of frost is there.

Tell her, October, O, who so fair?

Not even thou

Weareth a brow

Fuller of beauty or freer of care.

O for the guerdon of quiet bliss,

For the yet warm heart and the cool sweet kiss

Of her perfect loving; for this, for this,

Fruitful October, so fair and calm,

Singing of God and His charity,

Every note of thy joyous psalm

Chords of my heart give back to thee!