October Post #1

              

                         October #1   

This is your blog for poems and books about 

October, Autumn, and Halloween.

This is the first poem submitted.  Thank you, Elaine Morrow. 

 If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft
And from the slender store two loaves alone to thee are left
Sell one, and with the dole
Buy hyacinths to feed the soul

by Kahill Gibran

When I was a little girl ( a long, long time back ),  my brother and I would rake the leaves into the dirt street in front of our house and set them on fire.  Everyone on the block did this, on non-windy days.

Robert Louis Stevenson must have done it, too.  Here is his poem.

                                                                      

                                       Autumn Fires

In the other gardens 

And all up the vale,

From the autumn bonfires

See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over

And all the summer flowers.

The red fire blazes,

The gray smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!

Something bright in all!

Flowers in the summer,

Fires in the fall!

One frosty fall day, as I was walking forth, this little ditty came to mind.

A rain of color upon my head,

A carpet of crunch beneath my feet,

A gust of chill upon my back,

A ray of warmth upon my face.

Autumn

by Pat Stinson

Want a riddle?

You have a delicious round birthday cake. How many equal-sized pieces can you cut the cake into by making only three straight slices with a knife and without moving any of the pieces?

Answer in the next blog.

Would you like to submit a recipe for October?   A cake, pie, bars, soup, salad, whatever, just so it speaks of the fall.