full october moon tonight, and something’s different
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“when witches go riding, and black cats are seen, the moon laughs and whispers, ‘tis near halloween.”
— author unknown
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art credit: Ida Rentoul Outhwaite, The Witch on her Broomstick
Illustration from The Enchanted Forest – 1921
september has just flown by
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“october is a symphony of permanence and change.”
-bonaro w. overstreet
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image credit: pinterest
“Don’t you imagine the leaves dream now how comfortable it will be to touch the earth instead of the nothingness of the air and the endless freshets of wind? And don’t you think the trees, especially those with mossy hollows, are beginning to look for the birds that will come – six, a dozen – to sleep inside their bodies? And don’t you hear the goldenrod whispering goodbye, the everlasting being crowned with the first tuffets of snow? The pond stiffens and the white field over which the fox runs so quickly brings out its long blue shadows. The wind wags its many tails. And in the evening the piled firewood shifts a little, longing to be on its way.”
~Mary Oliver, “Song for Autumn”
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art credit: willowday flower project by gina, stockholm
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
I’m there for you on halloween, and all the other days too.
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image credit: Pinterest
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
‘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
“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
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