Wednesday, October 16, 2013
October is the fallen leaf,
but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen.
It is the distant hills once more in sight,
and the enduring constellations above them once again.
~ Hal Borland
All things on earth point home in old October;
Sailors to sea,
Travelers to walls and fences,
Hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds,
the Lover to the love he has forsaken.