autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair...

I am not happy this October. October should be about sweaters and the smell of neighbors with fireplaces enjoying them. October is crunching leaves and pumpkin pie and early bathches of mulled wine.

October is not in the high 70s. (Really DC? High 70s? In October? Why do you hate me so?)

le sigh

I am a northern girl at heart.

But, in books, things are different. My picks for October are up at the Biblio File Store. Be sure to check those out and support my book habit.

Here is today's poem. It's really a song. Lots of people have sung and I'm not sure who wrote it. It contains my favorite lines about fall When you knew that it was over/ Were you suddenly aware/ That the autumn leaves were turning/ To the color of her hair


Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind


You can listen to a great version here: Les Moulins De Mon Coeur (The Windmills Of Your Mind) by Toots Thielemans but, it looks like Napster changed the way they do things? So maybe you can't just listen for free all nice and easy anymore? Or is it just because I'm blogging this from the computer I have Napster downloaded onto? Anyway, it's a good song.

It will be sweater weather soon, right? Please?