Happy Equinox

blood moon

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Here’s a poem from T.E. Hulme, who lived from 1883 – 1917. Thanks to poets.org.

Autumn

A touch of cold in the Autumn night

I walked abroad,

And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge

Like a red-faced farmer.

I did not stop to speak, but nodded;

And round about were the wistful stars

With white faces like town children.

 

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