Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire And cast… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
“Spirits flitted through the red-and-orange sky like leaves blown on the October wind. They dipped and darted over the brownstones and housing… — Daniel José Older Copy Share Image
“_Listen!_ Said the October wind, as it swirled and swooped through the streets of New York! _I have a story to_ tell!” — Robert McCammon Copy Share Image
