" In the entire circle of the year
there are no days so delightful
as those of a fine October,
when the trees are bare to the mild heavens
and the red leaves bestrew the road,
and you can feel the breath of winter,
morning & evening - no days so calm,
so tenderly solemn,
and with such a reverent meekness in the air."
{Alexander Smith}
the wild longing to breathe in this October wind
leaves pirouetting from the trees,
a slow and gentle dance in the air
heady with the smell of old leaves
damp tobacco and woodsmoke
Comments