29th October - a month of autumn to Halloween

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Gosh, the 29th... nearly there!

Poetry for October
Come, Little Leaves
by George Cooper

"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day,
"Come o'er the meadows with me and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
For summer is gone and the days grow cold."

Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all;
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the glad little songs they knew.

"Cricket, good-by, we've been friends so long,
Little brook, sing us your farewell song;
Say you are sorry to see us go;
Ah, you will miss us, right well we know.

"Dear little lambs in your fleecy fold,
Mother will keep you from harm and cold;
Fondly we watched you in vale and glade,
Say, will you dream of our loving shade?"

Dancing and whirling, the little leaves went,
Winter had called them, and they were content;
Soon, fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a coverlid over their heads.

Pictures for October
Today's pics come with a story. Off I went for a walk today, taking autumn-like photos along the way... As I walked down the drang (second pic) I heard children's voices, coming closer, and closer... sure enough, two young girls appeared at the end of the drang, walking towards me. They came closer, and closer... and then stopped. "Excuse me," the bigger one said. "Have you seen a killer clown down here?"

I hadn't seen a killer clown down the drang (further interrogation revealed that it would jump over the walls with a knife in each hand), and the girls seemed slightly disappointed, and not at all worried at the prospect... I took some more pictures of the fallen leaves, and the vanished ivy, and took myself home where I bumped into my landlord. We chatted, and I told him the story of the little girls and the killer clown. "Well," he said. "A lady I know told me a story - she'd been coming home along the drang one night, and she saw a woman suddenly cross the path in front of her - through one wall into the drang, and straight across and through the other wall out again..." Huh I thought. I live in such an old and new village - and winter dark is always winter dark...

Prosfic for October
I'm going to read Paper Flowers for bed again... *g* I did glance at today's Big Bang (*waves*) but it threw me because the lads weren't named the lads! I know why it's done, in historical AUs, but... they're not my lads then...

...and the Lads!
Okay, nothing to do with October this one (um, the trees may be slightly brown-tinged in the background?!) but it matches Doyle's jacket from yesterday's pic... *g*