“November comes and November goes. With the last red berries and the first white snows. With night coming early and dawn coming late, and ice in the bucket and frost by the gate. The fires burn and the kettles sing, and earth sinks to rest until next spring.” – Clyde Watson.

I’m so glad to live in a world where there are Octobers.” – L.M. Montgomery.

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

“Autumn whispered to the wind, I fall; but always rise again.” – Angie Weiland-Crosby.

“And the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep and autumn was awakened.” – Raquel Franco.