I'm in a deeply sentimental mood.
That simple sentence has my readers running for the exits.
Don't panic. It's only a temporary affliction. In a few days I'll be back to my normal, irresistible self.
In a token tribute to the loss of October, I'm offering a poem and a video. The poem was written a hundred years ago when I was twenty. I made the video about two years ago.
The video is a simple lament and a humble sentiment for my love of autumn. I used the song When October Goes by Barry Manilow because it aptly reflects the depths of my soul.
Yes, you skeptical wise guys - despite rumors to the contrary, I do have a soul. An immensely dark one, but a soul nevertheless........
I've never been a Manilow fan, but I think this particular song is a priceless gem. Lyricist Johnny Mercer wrote the words. After he died, his widow gave the lyrics to Barry Manilow. Manilow set the words to music and the song was published in 1984.
(the video is best viewed full-screen)
Before I forget, here is my poem - which has nothing to do with Manilow or Mercer. Or timeless literature, for that matter.
Don't laugh. Poetry is serious stuff.
Trees are shedding
their last amber leaves
across the yard.
They tumble dumbly
through brisk afternoons
gathering in heaps
at the edge of an exhausted year.
The garden is a tangle
of withered vines
and pillaged fruit,
lean days the birds have picked clean.
Shadows stray to unfamiliar places
stretching past the shrinking hours.
The sun has burned itself out,
leaving less than the trace
of a long ago summer.
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