Autumn is marching on: even the scarecrows are wearing dead leaves.
- Otsuyu Nakagawa
"October inherits summer's hand-me-downs: the last of the ironweed, its purple silken tatters turning brown, and the tiny starry white asters tumbling untidily on the ground like children rolling with laughter; stiff, drying black-eyed Susans whose dark eyes gleamed from July's roadsides; coneflowers with deep yellow petals surrounding brown pincushion centers from which bumblebees still are sipping honey. The assignment of yellow is taken up now by thin-leafed wild sunflowers and artichokes."
- Rachel Peden
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