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OCTOBER

Dogwood,jasmine,marram grass In flower ,as pressure fills the barometer glass; Evening primrose in scented bloom Fill Autumn with  pungent perfume. Sycamore seeds twirl and twist Onto a fairy-ring fungus tryst; Stink horn capped with slime, As carrion beetles pass the time. Bramblings feast on bountiful mast , As the Autumnal harvest dwindles fast; Yellowed leaves drift and decompose Into next year's cellulose. Winter migrants with welcome calls As the Indian Summer falters,and falls; Nature's tempo tarries,then slows As all creation begins to doze. &fog forms ,at the close of day.

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Date: 9/30/2021 8:31:00 PM
October is such a beautiful month and I enjoy watching the leaves change color. Nature's aroma "is" simply breathtaking. You paint such vivid images with your words. Many wonderful blessings to you, my dear friend. :) Brandy
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Brian Strand
Date: 10/1/2021 1:04:00 AM
Yes can be ok Brandy,but Englad is temporateso can go either way
Date: 9/30/2021 4:09:00 PM
Lovely words. I enjoyed so much. I love love love fall. God bless you, Brian. Love, Gina
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Brian Strand
Date: 10/1/2021 1:03:00 AM
Hereabouts Gina,depends if we have an Indian summer with it.
Date: 9/30/2021 11:17:00 AM
This is magical, Brian, and the wonderful imagery is putting me in the mood for fall. This is a fave for me. :D
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Brian Strand
Date: 10/1/2021 1:02:00 AM
Yes a melncholy elegance about this month in our hemisphere
Date: 9/30/2021 4:31:00 AM
Brian, you have delivered an unique take on Autumn! Fave!
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Brian Strand
Date: 10/1/2021 1:00:00 AM
Part of a series Gary suggested earlier in the year
Date: 9/30/2021 3:33:00 AM
I had to look up dogwood in England to see what species of which you were speaking. Dogwood over here is a gnarly small tree that blooms in the spring. Just trying to figure it out. I do like this one describing the month of October even though we do have different plants. soupmail. Your visit to my page is encouraging. Sara
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Brian Strand
Date: 10/1/2021 1:00:00 AM
A lovely month Sara,if a bit melancholy
Date: 9/30/2021 2:13:00 AM
I can set my seasonal clock by your poems Brian. This delivers..(Marram grass features in a couple of my poems; I love how it looks in an art sense: how it moves, breathes and lives in the wind..Prophetic fallacy et al.. but I digress..) I particularly like your lines: "Yellowed leaves drift and decompose Into next year's cellulose." Such atmosphere - Autumn isn't all reds and golds..Cheers - Gary
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Brian Strand
Date: 10/1/2021 12:58:00 AM
If you recall Gary,I have you to thank fo my series,thank you.