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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.

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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.

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BY B AR B AR A CR O OKER

Maybe night is about to come


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.

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