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Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather;
It was my thirtieth year to heaven
Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
And the mussel pooled and the heron
The month of carnival of all the year,
When Nature lets the wild earth go its way,
And spend whole seasons on a single day.
The spring-time holds her white and purple dear;
From all of this I am the only one who leaves.
From this bench I go away, from my pants,
from my great situation, from my actions,
from my number split side to side,
The green elm with the one great bough of gold
Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, --
The short hill grass, the mushrooms small milk-white,
Harebell and scabious and tormentil,
October is the treasurer of the year,
And all the months pay bounty to her store;
The fields and orchards still their tribute bear,
Books litter the bed,
leaves the lawn. It
lightly rains. Fall has
come: unpatterned, in
On an autumn day in October I walked through forests of Perth with my love. Beautiful colours of frosted leaves lay on the ground. A red squirrel darts up a tree, a hawk flying overhead swoops from above catches its prey. The river high flows over mossy ancient rocks of scottish granite.
I SAW TWO STARS FALL....ONE WAS SHORT...ONE RATHER WIDE..LONG AND TALL....IT WAS LATE OCTOBER....ORANGE EARLY IN FALL.....MY EARLY MORNING STAR! ...BECAUSE OF YOU....FROM HEAVEN I FELL.....IN LOVE......WITH A SPOTTED DOVE.....THE LITE OF THE WORLD....EVER SO BRITE.......ILLUMINATED..YET OUR SPIRITS IN CONSTANT BATTLE.....THEY FITE! ....AND ATTRACTED TO EACH OTHER.......FOREVER MAGNETIZED WITH MITE! ....SOME TIMES WITH SMILES...OTHERS IN SPITE.....SOME TIMES YOUR SWEET AND OTHERS YOUR SOUR......STILL...I LOVE TO TAKE A BIG BITE! .....AND YOUR BODY WITH MINE TO COLLIDE! .....AND I WITH OUT YOU I RATHER..... DIE.... AND.....GIVE UP MY LIFE! ....MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE! .....AT TIMES MY ENEMY......BUT ALWAYS THE BEST OF FRIENDS TO ME......I AM YOUR JESUS......AND YOU ARE MY SWEET LITTLE HONEY BEE! ...FOR EVER TOGETHER....LIKE LEMON AND TEA! .......BECAUSE WITH MY HEART AND NOT WITH MY EYES DO I SEE! ...ALWAYS AND FOREVER.....AND ADVESARY AND LOVER... TO YOU.....I WILL BE......I SAW TWO STARS FALL! ....IT WAS LATE IN OCTOBER......ORANGE EARLY IN FALL!
In mid October
On October 04,2020 I turned exactly sixty sixty years young.
And I am alive all because of the matchless grace of Jesus Christ,
God's only begotten Son. "There by the grace of God go I." My deceased mother, Eleanor May Dubarry used to say. Her earthly body may have died, but her spirit has never been more alive! "God is not the God of the dead, but the God of the living! " "Hallelujah to the Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world! " She died on about June 4th,2007 shortly after she turned seventy nine years old on May 31,2007.
On June 16,2007 Faith Lutheran Church gave my mother a beautiful memorial service. It was to be the last time I ever saw any of them again. When my Aunt Donna Pennock died about December 23,2018, shortly afterwards I lost contact with her family.
Everywhere heard and seen, or so it seems
Are leaves quivering on deciduous trees,
And those on the ground being rustled around
In the blustery month of October.
Let us go upon the meadow.
Let us go there you and I.
As the sun begins to lift his head,
in a new October sky.
Land beautifully painted, green!
Nature organized view, seen!
A familiar scent carries in the October breeze, escorting my thoughts through the sycamore trees
The chorus they roar, sounds a chime like the sea, the sighs upon the waves are the memories of me
Crisis is my nature
There is a fierce hurricane of feelings
under my smooth skin There is
a fresh corpse thrown up
on the desolate shore of October
October is my Empire
My delicate hands control things to be lost
My small eyes watch things that are to disappear
My soft ears listen to the silence of people who are to die
Fear is my nature
The Time that murders everything
flows in my rich blood There is
a new hunger trembling
in the cold sky of October
October is my Empire
My dead armies occupy all cities where rain falls
My dead patrol planes circle in the sky above the lost souls
My dead mobs sign their names for the people who are going to die
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