“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


october always starts with magic

october came in with cool,
with a tickle and small kisses
and short afternoons billowing before warming breezes,
the sun beaming brighter before dropping against the trees,
before welcoming the stars,
before hello-ing the slice of moon floating toward the night sky.
it came in with unexpected blossoms,
smiling dots of coral against the still dry grass of summer,
cartwheeling joy down the neighborhood streets.
it came in with still bare feet,
toenails painted to match those blooms,
robert earl keen and keb mo on the stereo,
and looka there,
how the mo of keb nestles up against that on and makes a moon.
it came in with magic.



  1. "hello-ing the slice of moon floating toward the night sky" ... my favourite line from your post today.

  2. i agree - october is a magical month. i think my favorite month of all

  3. smiling my big smile at that moon...

    october is one of my favorite months as well, maybe it does have the most magic.

    just like your words :)

  4. Oh, such richness to you language! A delight to read.

  5. I wish October came in with warming breezes, but they were rather chilly here. I always love your words and thoughts here. You cause me to think in different ways.


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