At long last, the calendar has flipped to the most important time of year in the Macabre Republic: the High Holiday season, in the merry month of mayhem. These thirty-one days always seem to fly by faster than a witch late to a sabbath, so I encourage you to start celebrating early. Here’s hoping that your October is stocked with autumnal treats and attractive haunts, and that your Halloween proves a harvest of horror.
Speaking for myself, I am to be in the spirit all month long here on this blog. There will be plenty of Halloween-related posts to follow. Thanks to the recent release of the second cinematic chapter, this isn’t just the season of the witch but also the season of IT. I accordingly have a lot of items planned relating to Stephen King’s epic novel that should float the boat of Constant Readers.
First, for all those who can’t get their fill of fall, here’s a poem to kick off the season. It is from my collection Autumn Lauds (for a closer look inside this book, click the designated heading in the menu above).
Perfectly perfumery bottle, eau de orchard
Fairy horse of sweet tricolor bicuspids
Flaming aromatic–earthy wood, sere leaves
Limited time: we all bound to IHOP
Decorative hay bales
Squarely redolent of rural remotes
Dessert worthy of the Van Tassel banquet table
Not just of mists and mellow fruitfulness
(as Keats asserted)
But a season of scents and tastes to savor