This poem celebrates the beauty and fullness of late October, when the woods are ablaze with color and the skies stretch endlessly above. While acknowledging that winter is approaching, bringing cold and hardship, the speaker encourages taking advantage of the lingering warmth and vibrancy of the season by slipping into something lightweight and dancing together before the year grows old.
This poem celebrates the beauty and fullness of late October, when the woods are ablaze with color and the skies stretch endlessly above. While acknowledging that winter is approaching, bringing cold and hardship, the speaker encourages taking advantage of the lingering warmth and vibrancy of the season by slipping into something lightweight and dancing together before the year grows old.
This poem celebrates the beauty and fullness of late October, when the woods are ablaze with color and the skies stretch endlessly above. While acknowledging that winter is approaching, bringing cold and hardship, the speaker encourages taking advantage of the lingering warmth and vibrancy of the season by slipping into something lightweight and dancing together before the year grows old.
calling, but right now the sun is still high in the sky. It's half-past October, the woods are on fire, blue skies stretch all the way to heaven. Of course, we know that winter is coming, its thin winding sheets and its hard narrow bed. But right now, the season's fermented to fullness, so slip into something light, like your skeleton; while these old bones are still working, my darling, let's dance.