So much I have forgotten in ten years,
So much in ten brief years! I have forgot
What time the purple apples come to juice,
And what month brings the shy forget-me-not.
…
The yellow by-road mazing from the main,
Sweet with the golden threads of the rose-apple.
I have forgotten - strange - but quite remember
The poinsettia’s red, blood-red in warm December.

-From Flame-Heart, Claude McKay

Nothing like a new flame in October. A month made for fires and curling up in front of them. For now, I have a cat and a space heater and that suits me just fine.