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Autumn Crackler 2013

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"Summer swift becomes memory,
and autumn falls to the ground
in a harvest of gold leaf and ripe berries,
as the year rolls around

And here is the FolkCast Crackler,
a harvest of verse and of song,
a salute to the season's quality
as the year rolls along."

Presented and produced by Phil Widdows.
Readings by Phil and Babba.

The Boys Of Summer by Show Of Hands

The Green Man by Roy Harper

“Autumn -- that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness -- that season
which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.”
Jane Austen, Persuasion

September (Alternative Version) by Nick Cook

Autumn by Paolo Nutini

Brambles On A Hill by Ashley Hutchings

“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”George Eliot

Gathering Summer In by Talis Kimberley

“But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September.
It stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it
and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.”
Stephen King, Salem's Lot

Fire At Midnight by Jethro Tull

Sparkle Eyes by Gill Sandell

"Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night."Hal Borland

Half The Way by Marco Catracchia

“It was one of those days you sometimes get latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot,
and there is a bracing tang in the air that sends the blood beetling briskly through the veins.”P.G. Wodehouse

Paris In Spring by Mark Handley

Mist In Autumn by FolkLaw

Things Behind The Sun by Luluc

“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!”  ― Humbert Wolfe

Wind That Cracks The Leaves by In Gowan Ring

Sycamore Tree by Josienne Clarke and Ben Walker

“October proved a riot; a riot to the senses and climaxed those giddy last weeks before Halloween.” Keith Donohue

October by Tuung

“The tints of autumn: a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.”  ― John Greenleaf Whittier

Autumn Snow by The Last Bison

“Use what you have, use what the world gives you. Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter's deadness; harvest; orange,
gold, amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: apples
bubbling into sauce, roasting squash, cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, warmth itself. The leaves as they spark into wild color just before they die are the
world's oldest performance art, and everything we see is celebrating one last violently hued hurrah before the black and white silence of winter.” 
Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way

A Leaf Must Fall (intro) by Prydwyn And Kira with Quickthorn

Marigold by Maddy Prior

“Crying, whistling, calling, they skimmed the placid sea and left the shore. Make haste, make speed, hurry and begone; yet where,
and to what purpose? The restless urge of autumn, unsatisfying, sad, had put a spell upon them and they must flock, and wheel, and cry; they must
spill themselves of motion before winter came.”
  ― Daphne du Maurier, The Birds & Other Stories

Migrating Bird by Anthony Thistlethwaite

Remembrance Day by Mark Knopfler

"November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.

With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.

The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring."
Clyde Watson

November by Steven Lindsay

Strangers We Meet by The Black Feathers

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