From the latter weeks of October to Christmas-eve… is the period during which happiness is in season, which, in my judgment, enters the room with the tea-tray…
—Thomas De Quincey (1785–1859), Confessions of an English Opium-Eater
The mug of cider simmered slow,
The apples sputtered in a row,
And, close at hand, the basket stood
With nuts from brown October’s wood.
—John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892), Snow-bound (1866)
October days are stealing
All swiftly on their way;
The squirrels now are working,
The leaves are out at play;
The busy, busy children
Are gathering nuts so brown,
The birds are gaily planning
A winter out of town.
—Clara L. Strong, “October,” 1906
The clear light that belongs to October was making the landscape radiant.
—Florence Bone (1875–1971), The Morning of To Day, 1907
October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.
–Angela Carter (1950-1993), The Magic Toyshop
Well, it’s a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
‘Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I’m trying to please to the calling
Of your heartstrings that play soft and low…
—Van Morrison (b.1945), “Moondance,” recorded 1969