October in a Dry Wash


Cottonwoods, flowing
into Navajo sandstone
as autumn arrives.

Magic On A Window


You can’t get too much winter in the winter. —Robert Frost

October Light

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Every season offers special delights, none more so than Autumn.

My favorite color is October. —unknown

October is a hallelujah! —John Nichols


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After a long dry summer, autumn is a hopeful change.

Darn the wheel of the world! Why must it continually turn over? Where is the reverse gear? —Jack London

Last Kiss of Summer


I didn’t imagine raindrops against the roof last night, but they were small kisses, and gone by mid-morning. Too Little, Too Late will be the epitaph for this summer.


Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. —Langston Hughes

Wind In The Trees

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Ephemeral. A cloud’s shadow, the warmth of a rock in the afternoon sun, light frost covering a meadow at sunrise. Nature’s whispers. And this, too—in the high country of Utah a grove of aspens may lose its golden lustre to a single strong storm at the outset of autumn.

Just Like That


The cycle of season’s couldn’t be more precise than this: three days ago we barbequed on a sunny 90° afternoon, and today the temperature (and atmosphere) is mostly thirty degrees cooler, rain has returned, and there is little doubt that autumn is in the house to stay.

“Autumn…the year’s last, loveliest smile.” —William Cullen Bryant