Monday, August 10, 2009

Cider

Martin knew it was autumn again, for Dog ran into the house bringing wind and frost and a smell of apples turned to cider under trees. In dark clock-springs of hair, Dog fetched goldenrod, dust of farewell-summer, acorn-husk, hair of squirrel, feather of departed robin, sawdust from fresh-cut cordwood, and leaves like charcoals shaken from a blaze of maple trees. Dog jumped. Showers of brittle fern, blackberry vine, marsh-grass sprang over the bed where Martin shouted. No doubt, no doubt of it at all, this incredible beast was October!


4 comments:

jay's shadow said...

Man I can't wait for fall....

C.H. said...

I can't wait for fall either... The days are shortening and it's getting cooler (here at least). Yay.

ShellHawk said...

My neighbor's kids are starting school again today, one of the first signs of fall (to me, anyway). Soon, Fall will slide over our area. Can't wait!

clockwerk said...

Nothing says fall like reading Bradbury. As a kid I remember reading his desciptions of October and being amazed at how he could distill the season into words. Won't be long now!