Monday, October 06, 2025
On October
I love October, and I loved your poems about it! Welcome back to the Medievalist:
Summer is over,
Days are shorter, cool air
Beckons and lingers.
Days are shorter, cool air
Beckons and lingers.
And this one from Craig makes me wonder why he is still living in an oak tree outside of town:
October brings the
bombardment: raining acorns.
Bing, bang, boom, bing, bang!
bombardment: raining acorns.
Bing, bang, boom, bing, bang!
IPLawGuy has a point:
What's your deal Tenth Month?
Ancient Calendar Adjustment
But "Oct" still means Eight.
Ancient Calendar Adjustment
But "Oct" still means Eight.
While Christine has an observation:
Trees release, drifting...
Creating a new carpet
On the forest floor.
Creating a new carpet
On the forest floor.
I loved this anonymous entry:
Scent of fallen leaves
Crunchy sound when you rake them
Jump into the pile!
Crunchy sound when you rake them
Jump into the pile!
And Des-- I wish I were going to homecoming next week!:
HoCo in the ‘burg.
Fall leaves, Cheese shop, trying to
remember folks’ names.
Fall leaves, Cheese shop, trying to
remember folks’ names.
