Welcome, October

 “The skies they were ashen and sober;        The leaves they were crispéd and sere—        The leaves they were withering and sere;  It was night in the lonesome October        Of my most immemorial year;  It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,        In the misty mid region of Weir—  It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,        In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.” (First stanza of “Ulalume” by Edgar Allen Poe)

Best Laid Plans

 

“The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley, An’lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, for promis’d joy!” (Robert Burns)

((Pic created on my phone from an AI art app))

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