Ways to celebrate October:
- get out for an early morning walk/run,
- have one last ice cream, or perhaps french fries from a Chip Truck, on a warm Fall day,
- get a haircut, to lessen that cool-weather, fly-away electricity,
- gather around a bonfire,
- winterize the trailer,
- share a poem!
I’ve managed to do that first one on the list already, and the last thing here follows. ;) Though it seems more like prose, than poetry.
Every October it becomes important, no, necessary to see the leaves turning, to be surrounded by leaves turning; ... nature is most seductive when it’s about to die, flaunting the dazzle of its incipient exit, an ending that at least so far the effects of human progress (pollution, acid rain) have not yet frightened you enough to make you believe is real; that is, you know this ending is a deception because of course nature is always renewing itself— the trees don’t die, they just pretend, go out in style, and return in style: a new style. from "Leaves", by Lloyd Schwartz, 1941