The veil is thinning

 I am haunted by this time of year.  I love the poems about thin places.

our avenue on October 15

the maple tree outside my window... October 28

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I don't know who wrote this one: 

As I went out walking this fall afternoon,

I heard a whisper whispering.

I heard a whisper whispering,

Upon this fine fall day...

 

As I went out walking this fall afternoon,

I heard a laugh a' laughing.

I heard a laugh a' laughing,

Upon this fine fall day...

 

I heard this whisper and I wondered,

I heard this laugh and then I knew.

The time is getting near my friends,

The time that I hold dear my friends,

The veil is getting thin my friends,

And strange things will pass through."

-   The Veil is Getting Thinner