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November Jack-O-Lanterns

Abandoned. Lost. Rot

on cobwebbed doorsteps. Their joy,

crumbles to sadness.

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Early Autumn

No season’s cold bites

my flesh as sweet as Autumn’s

does in September.

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Texas

We’re at odds on all

things, but one. I concede. Your

fall sunsets are best.

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Autumn through the eyes of Cartoonists


I’m on a quest to document Autumn.

These cartoonists helped me out:


This piece came from an Ivan Brunetti exercise in his book Cartooning: Philosophy and Practice.

Hey, a single leaf on a naked tree still counts as Autumn.


The late Richard Thompson is still underrated.

I must be reading the wrong articles because his name isn’t mentioned enough amongst the great cartoonists.

He also cleared up for us why they tie trees up…

From: Cul de Sac: This Exit


Only John Porcellino could’ve captured Thoreau at Walden properly in comic form.


What have these cartoonists taught us?

The place to enjoy Autumn is outside.

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September’s End

Summer’s neighbor knocks.

Pennant races, Charlie Brown.

Flannel season glows.

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Track Jackets and Beanies

Frosted morning grass.

Rusted goalposts stand alone.

First twenty two play.

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Dortmund November

Jack-O-Lanterns rot.

Red bellied squirrels wander.

Dortmund four points clear.