everyday is halloween

October - November

Indian-summer-sun
With crimson feathers whips away the mists;
Dives through the filter of trellises 
And gilds the silver on the blotched arbor-seats.

Now gold and purple scintillate
On trees that seem dancing
In delirium;
Then the moon
In a mad orange-flare
Floods the grape-hung night.

--hart crane

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