Peevish Pen

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I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), and several Kindle ebooks.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

October's Almost Over


The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crispèd and sere,
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir:
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
From Ulalume, by Edgar Allan Poe

These pictures were taken in my woodland on Polecat Creek Farm.






I doubt that ghouls haunt it. And it wasn't night. The sky wasn't especially ashen. And the leaves aren't crispèd and sere. And it isn't misty.

But aside from that, it is October. At least for a few more days.
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3 Comments:

Blogger Amy Hanek said...

Can you believe it was snowing in Roanoke yesterday?

8:18 PM  
Blogger Becky Mushko said...

I couldn't believe it was sleeting here! But it was.

9:25 PM  
Blogger Amy Tate said...

It doesn't get much better than Edgar Allen Poe in October, does it? His words haunt the page.

12:51 PM  

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