In the unscheduled post which appeared here on my birthday (October 18th), my youngest daughter let the cat out of the bag — her old dog of a dad had just turned certifiably ancient, though I didn’t feel more than a day older than I did on October 17 as a young pup of 79. More’s the pity. Some say age is only a number….but it goes without saying that October is autumn. Yes, if you look at the calendar, September and November lay claim to autumn as well, but let’s be clear — nobody does autumn as well as October. So this will be a post of poems and quotes about aging and autumn, in that order (age before beauty).
AGE DEPLORE(s) BEAUTY
What passed for time
Before time was invented?
Before there was time,
How was time prevented?
If time had a beginning,
When did time start?
When it’s time that time end,
How will time depart?
Why are there times
When time frustrates and vexes….
And last, why must time
Do its thing to the sexes?
THE BIG FIX
While passing through,
I noticed that
this world is too much.
What big teeth it has.
What big eyes you need.
What big talk is heard.
Speak to me.
But not big.
I OF THE BE OLDER
If you think
I take life
too seriously you
a night and
day younger than
I am or
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I am so glad I 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
Anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day. –Shira Tamir
The tints of autumn … a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter frost. –John Greenleaf Whittier
For anyone who lives in the oak-and-maple area of New England, there is a perennial temptation to plunge into a purple sea of adjectives about October. –Hal Borland
Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower. –Albert Camus
Spring is too rainy and summer’s too hot;
fall is soon over and winter is not. –Evan Esar
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. –George Eliot
Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying. –Langston Hughes
Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt. –William Allingham
NOTE: There have been many recordings of AUTUMN LEAVES over the years; I chose the French chanteuse Edith Piaf’s version because it was originally a 1945 French song titled “Les Feuilles Mortes” (“The Dead Leaves”), and because October (1963) is the month Edith Piaf died and drifted by the window.