Whatever Autumn Has to Say

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Sometimes for Halloween, instead of a full moon, you get a waning crescent that does not even appear until 4 a.m., long after the trick - or - treaters have gone to bed.

Here's a poem in celebration of what we used to call "the fingernail moon" (no, not the one on your thumbnail, the one in the sky)!

Dusk in Autumn

The moon is like a scimitar,
A little silver scimitar,
A-drifting down the sky.
And near beside it is a star,
A timid twinkling golden star,
That watches likes an eye.

And thro’ the nursery window-pane
The witches have a fire again,
Just like the ones we make,—
And now I know they’re having tea,
I wish they’d give a cup to me,
With witches’ currant cake.

found in the collection:
Sonnets to Duse and Other Poems (1907)

Thanks to Cathy Lindsay & Halloweenaholic

Late October
Bois de Boulogne

Listen, the damp leaves on the walks are
blowing
With a ghost of sound;
Is it a fog or is it a rain dripping
From the low trees to the ground?

If I had gone before, I could have remembered
Lilacs and green after-noons of May;
I chose to wait, I chose to hear from autumn
Whatever she has to say.

found in the collection:
Dark of the Moon (1926)

both poems by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

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