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:: this month of merry jubilee ::

October comes, a mourning song in the air,

a soft weeping in the willow tree...

a mission of night-carving spirits from the breeze."

{Segovia Amil}

October days...

marmalade orange, canary yellow leaves,

scattered...slowly drifting.

The year's last hurrah.

A celebration of the old,

then a falling away...

making room for the new.

Colors of such vibrant confetti

speckle the ground...

the crunching a satisfying sound.


a month of merry jubilee

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