October

Like to a painted map the landscape lie;

And wild above, shine the cloud-thronged skies,

That chase each other on with hurried pace,

Like living things, as if they ran a race.

The winds, that o’er each sudden tempest brood,

Waken like spirits in a startled mood;

Flirting the sear leaves on the bleaching lea,

That litter under every fading tree;

A pausing oft, as falls the patting rain;

Then gathering strength, and twirling them again,

Till drops the sudden calm: — the hurried mill

Is stopt at once, and every noise is still…

~From October in The Shepherd’s Calendar by John Clare

Autumn - Windy Day by Janina Kobel

Autumn – Windy Day by Janina Kobel

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