This poem just came across my Instagram courtesy of the account 'poetryisnotaluxury' and is a perfect way to bring October to a close (apart from gorging on Halloween candy).
A LeafA leaf, one of the last, parts from a maple branch
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When the moon rises and women in flowery dresses are strolling, I am struck by their eyes, eyelashes, and the whole arrangement of the world. It seems to me that from such a strong mutual attraction The ultimate truth should issue at last.