Rabbit rabbit!

I have been younger in October than in all the months of spring.

 

 

Rabbit rabbit

Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name 

 

Rabbit rabbit!

October's my favorite.

The Silent Church

The weather's turned sharp and bright, suddenly all October. We're remembering how to wear sweaters and jackets and socks, how to use a cup of coffee or tea as a good-smelling hand warmer, being reintroduced to dry skin and cold toes and diving into piles of blankets and dog fur at night. It's my favorite month, the month I dream about living in the country, by the ocean, among the trees. We walked through Wolf Neck State Park, and I imagined sleeping on the springy carpet of years of pine needles, resting my head on a mossy pillow, drifting off to the sound of the ocean.

I almost remember my dream from a few nights ago, but the parts I can conjure up include eating something (shrimplike)...? Something else that required the removal of dozens of tiny bones, skeleton-like, before it could be eaten. Shudder. It's probably good that I don't remember the rest.

Rabbit rabbit!

"I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers." - L.M. Montgomery

Rabbit rabbit!

Look, I want to love this world
as though it’s the last chance I’m ever going to get
to be alive
and know it.

Mary Oliver, from "October"