October days are feeling softer,
the day beginning with scarves of mist and dewdrops,
the sky now grey and filled with raindrops
and the leaves
like chameleons
changing from green to yellow to orange to red.
A fleet of tractors rumbles up the muddy road
rattling the windows.
First wood smoke
drifts skyward with the chattering crows.
Kim M. Russell, 7th October 2025

Dora is back to host this week’s Poetics at the dVerse Poets Pub, and we are tripping the October light fantastic. She enthuses about the “quality of October itself, its light, its promise, its magic”, which is what she would like us to reflect on, and has given us examples of poems about October by Sylvia Plath, John Greenleaf Whittier, W.B. Yeats and Dylan Thomas (among others) to inspire our poems, for which we have choices.
We can: serve up a pumpkin as the main dish (literally or metaphorically) or as a side, using the third stanza of John Greenleaf Whittier’s ‘The Pumpkin’ as inspiration; adopt a persona and write in the first person voice of a regional folklore character (e.g., Baba Yaga or Ichabod Crane) or fairy tale character (Rumpelstiltskin or Cinderella ), for which she has given the example of Yeats’ ‘The Stolen Child’; or help our readers to see, smell, hear and feel October in our poetic lines, grilled over the fire of memory and imagination, with inspiration from two stanzas from ‘Poem in October’ by Dylan Thomas.
I love the Dylan Thomas poem so much (I am a fan, after all) that I decided to adopt the layout of his poem and write about October through the senses.
I can really feel the autumn in your poem, the sky the leaves the mist… the tractors made me remember that still the last part of the harvest needs to be done.
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Thank you, Björn. It’s the way it is.
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how much better scarves is than veil of mist – it has that double meaning/feeling of the associated temperature
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Thank you, Laura. Yes, it is.
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You had me with the first line, Kim, eager to understand how softness translated itself into the sights and sounds of October which you relayed with consummate perfection. Every phrase sings with a Dylan-esque quality. He’s one of my favorites too. And leaving us with the wood smoke drifting skyward was the crowning touch of this ultra-sensory poem.
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Thank you for your kind comments and appreciation, Dora.
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You’re welcome! It’s a gem.
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I can feel autumn in your poem, Kim.
I love
“and the leaves
like chameleons”
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That makes me happy, Merril.
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You’re welcome, Kim! 😊
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Kim, I love the blend of quiet beauty and rural life, it paints a vivid picture while evoking feelings of nostalgia and warmth associated with the season 🙌
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Thank you, Ange. It’s just how I feel October.
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Perfect capture of the change, K. My hat is off
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Thank you, Ron. I hope it’s a warm hat now it’s getting chilly.
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quite lovely, Kim, evocative and elegantly observed ~
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Thanks so much, Michael.
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you’ve painted a beautiful picture with words ❤️
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You made me feel very cosy and wishing to ‘Hygge’ as autumn casts out its natural pleasures
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Thank you, Jae.
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I can feel October in your poem, Kim. Well done.
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Thank you, Dwight.
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You are welcome!
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I loved the variety of your images, Kim. Especially those chameleon leaves.
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Thank you, Judy.
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I appreciate your poem’s softness in the scarves of mist and the subtle changing of chameleon leaves…enchanting, Kim!
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Thank you, Lynn!
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I would love to wrap myself in your October poem and forget the troubles of the world Kim…
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Ah, thank you so much, Andrew.
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scarves of mist and dewdrops–what a great line!
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Thank you, Tina!
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thanks for making me feel your October. I love the simplicity of this. Thanks, Kim
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Thank you, Selma. I’m delighted my poem had that effect.
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I love those first glimpses of fall days in “the day beginning with scarves of mist and dewdrops,” and “First wood smoke
drifts skyward with the chattering crows.”
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Thank you, Melissa. That’s just what it’s like here.
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