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October, Turning | Linda Tuthill

A photo of a lot of fall foliage floating on water. A poem titled "October, Turning" by Linda Tuthill is overlaid. "In the brook, fallen leaves / float on ripples of light ' wearing coats of many colors / as they drift downstream. // Old Sol, the master gilder, / turns brown to bronze, / yellow to high-carat gold, / red to a cache of rubies. // Along the woodland path / sassafras holds up a mittened / hand, gold-thumbed reminder / of fall's shape shifting sorcery. // A contrarian, witch hazel waits / until fall to bloom, fringy / yellow petals practicing finger / plays that spell out trick or treat. // Plunked under the parent tree / osage oranges gather / like a collection of skulls, / cranial folds a vivid chartreuse. // Have you heard them, / the fiery leaves of burning bush / speaking in tongues? It's not too / late. Listen, they chant farewell."

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This poem was included in IPM's October 2025 Newsletter.

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