When your cooped up all day i guess the creative juices start working.....  I found this poem super inspirational and fall/Halloween is one of my favorite seasons/holidays.  There's something... magical.... about the weather.  It seems to creep into you, filling you with awe and excitement!!!!
Every time I walk outside I just want to run through leaves and carve pumpkins and sip hot cider.  Such a romantic season :) Ahhhh!

Samhain

BY ANNIE FINCH

(The Celtic Halloween)

In the season leaves should love,

since it gives them leave to move

through the wind, towards the ground

they were watching while they hung,

legend says there is a seam

stitching darkness like a name.

Now when dying grasses veil

earth from the sky in one last pale

wave, as autumn dies to bring

winter back, and then the spring,

we who die ourselves can peel

back another kind of veil

that hangs among us like thick smoke.

Tonight at last I feel it shake.

I feel the nights stretching away

thousands long behind the days

till they reach the darkness where

all of me is ancestor.

I move my hand and feel a touch

move with me, and when I brush

my own mind across another,

I am with my mother's mother.

Sure as footsteps in my waiting

self, I find her, and she brings

arms that carry answers for me,

intimate, a waiting bounty.

"Carry me." She leaves this trail

through a shudder of the veil,

and leaves, like amber where she stays,

a gift for her perpetual gaze.

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