Autumn's Fire

The sweet calm sunshine of October, now

Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold

The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough

Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.

W.C. Bryant

O suns and skies and clouds of June,

And flowers of June together,

Ye cannot rival for one hour

October's bright blue weather

Helen Hunt Jackson

Listen! the wind is rising,

and the air is wild with leaves,

We have had our summer evenings,

now for October eves.

Humbert Wolfe

Fresh October brings the pheasant

Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

Sara Coleridge

Pleasures lie thickest where no pleasures seem:

There's not a leaf that falls upon the ground

But holds some joy of silence or of sound,

Some spirits begotten of a summer dream.

Laman Blanchard

O wild West Wind thou breath of Autumn's being

Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead

Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn

Stand shadowless like Silence, listening

To silence.

Thomas Hood

It was a morning of ground mist, yellow sunshine, and high rifts of blue,

white-cloud-dappled sky.

The leaves were still thick on the trees, but dew-spangled gossamer threads

hung on the bushes and the shrill little cries of unrest

of the swallows skimming the green open park spaces

of the park told of autumn and change.

Flora Thompson

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