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Just wanted to share some of my favorite October poems. Hope your fall is filled with pumpkin everything and lots of cozy sweaters.

“October” by Robert Frost

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.

“Walden” by Henry David Thoreau

“In such a day, in September or October, Walden is a perfect forest mirror, set round with stones as precious to my eye as if fewer or rarer. Nothing so fair, so pure, and at the same time so large, as a lake, perchance, lies on the surface of the earth. Sky water. It needs no fence. Nations come and go without defiling it. It is a mirror which no stone can crack, whose quicksilver will never wear off, whose gilding Nature continually repairs; no storms, no dust, can dim its surface ever fresh; — a mirror in which all impurity presented to it sinks, swept and dusted by the sun’s hazy brush — this the light dust-cloth — which retains no breath that is breathed on it, but sends its own to float as clouds high above its surface, and be reflected in its bosom still.

“October Woods, Wherein” by Ralph Waldo Emerson

October woods, wherein

The boy’s dream comes to pass,

And nature squanders on the boy her pomp

And crowns him with a more than royal crown

And unimagined splendor waits his steps

The urchin walks thro tents of gold

Thro crimson chambers porphyry & pearl

Pavilion on pavilion garlanded

Incensed & starred with lights & airs & shapes

And sounds, music Beyond the best conceit of pomp or power

Just wanted to share some of my favorite October poems. Hope your fall is filled with pumpkin everything and lots of cozy sweaters.