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October 2020

October is not all witches and goblins in my neck of the territory
We are dashing about, preening our tails, storing nuts and berries
Running around screeching and slapping each other
The raccoons think we are crazy, but that identifies them actually

October is not even October this year
Something is amiss
The children are not making leaf piles
We have to go farther to get our nuts

We know the cold weather is coming, 
Oddly, fear and angst parade in the air now
What is happening? I ask the oaks. 
They have always been the knowers of these things

Even the oaks are in the dark.
Nothing is the same.
The children are missing, hidden in houses.
The yellow buses are not coming. Something is terribly wrong.

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Gershon Wolf Date: 12/5/2020 5:41:00 PM Yup. A lot was/is missing this year. Even the trees feel it. ~ gw Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 12/6/2020 6:26:00 AM I think the whole world is asking "what is wrong?"

Maurice Rigoler Date: 12/5/2020 11:48:00 AM I like the personification in this poem, Caren. October was really drab this year in my neck of the woods. A long drought dried most of the leaves before they could give off their colors. The only good thing about it was that there were fewer leaf-peeping busses polluting the rurals with exhaust fumes. / Maurice Login to Reply