In old October...

All things on earth point home in old October:

sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences,

hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds,

the lover to the love he has forsaken.

-- Thomas Wolfe

Autumn glow

"Just before the death of flowers,

And before they are buried in snow,

There comes a festival season

When nature is all aglow."

- Author Unknown

Echoes

The sound of your voice,
strong and kind,
echoes through the day,
through the night.
You may be out of sight,
but never out of mind.

Poplars

"October's poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter."

-- Nova Bair

October Sky

"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."

-- William Cullen Bryant

Wood elves

"The birds have less to say for themselves
In the wood-world’s torn despair
Than now these numberless years the elves,
Although they are no less there:
All song of the woods is crushed like some
Wild, easily shattered rose.
Come, be my love in the wet woods; come,
Where the boughs rain when it blows."

--from A Line-Storm Song by Robert Frost

The invisible bridge...

Well has the name of Pontifex been given

Unto the Church's head, as the chief builder

And architect of the invisible bridge

That leads from earth to heaven.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow in The Golden Legend (Part V)