“Autumn wins you best by this, its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.” ~ Robert Browning
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Summer is my true love. But I lust after Autumn—its October, its fiery colors, the hats and boots we (and by “we” I mean “me”) get to wear, the celebration of death. Other time of year, death is seen as gloomy and scary and soaked in tears. But in October, I get to celebrate the life of loved ones who no longer breathe. And I can do it without getting what’s-wrong-with-her? looks. How cool is that? I know! I hope your October was glorious, and may your November be even better.
Share any poem you like. Any form. Old or new. We’ll delight in it. If there is a hint of Autumn or October in its lines, I’ll probably dance with it. Fine, I will kiss it on the mouth.