October breathed poetry —
beautiful and glowing.
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~Terri Guillemets, “Tenth verse,” 2018,
blackout poetry created from
Octave Mirbeau, The Diary of a Chambermaid, 1891
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painting credit: ‘autumn tree’, deborah mcgee, watercolor on paper
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Category Archives: october
Oct31
halloween is back.
I’m there for you on halloween, and all the other days too.
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image credit: Pinterest
Oct27
sunday in october.
sunday in october
the farmer, in the pride of sea-worn acres,
showed me his honey mill, the honey-gate.
late afternoon was busy on the land,
the sun was a warm gauzy providence.
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the honey mill, the honey-gate. and then,
near by, the bees. they came in from the fields,
the sun behind them, from the fields and trees,
like soft banners, waving from the sea.
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he told me of their thousands, their ways,
of pounds of honey in the homely apiaries.
the stores were almost full, in autumn air,
against the coming chill, and the long cold.
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he was about ready to rob them now,
the combs. he’d leave them just enough to keep them.
I thought it a rather subtle point point he made,
wishing providence would be as sure of us.
-richard eberhart
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image credit: danny1970
Oct1
holding the moon in october.
‘the winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of autumn.’
-john muir
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image credit: Holding the Moon by Eric Houck
Oct1
autumnal tints.
“october is the month for painted leaves….
as fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall,
so the year near its setting.
october is its sunset sky; november the later twilight.’
~henry david thoreau, “Autumnal Tints”
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image credit: “Autumnal Equinox” by Maggie Vandewalle – TREES
