This poem celebrates the beauty and fullness of late October, when the sun is still high and the woods are ablaze with color, despite knowing that winter is approaching. It encourages the reader to enjoy the present moment of the season in its prime by slipping into something light and dancing while their bones are still able to work.
This poem celebrates the beauty and fullness of late October, when the sun is still high and the woods are ablaze with color, despite knowing that winter is approaching. It encourages the reader to enjoy the present moment of the season in its prime by slipping into something light and dancing while their bones are still able to work.
This poem celebrates the beauty and fullness of late October, when the sun is still high and the woods are ablaze with color, despite knowing that winter is approaching. It encourages the reader to enjoy the present moment of the season in its prime by slipping into something light and dancing while their bones are still able to work.
This poem celebrates the beauty and fullness of late October, when the sun is still high and the woods are ablaze with color, despite knowing that winter is approaching. It encourages the reader to enjoy the present moment of the season in its prime by slipping into something light and dancing while their bones are still able to work.
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BY B AR B AR A CR O OKER
Maybe night is about to come
calling, but right now the sun is still high in the sky. It's half-past October, the woods are on fire, blue skies stretch all the way to heaven. Of course, we know that winter is coming, its thin winding sheets and its hard narrow bed. But right now, the season's fermented to fullness, so slip into something light, like your skeleton; while these old bones are still working, my darling, let's dance.