Serendipity just told me
that Prairial, spanning 20 May to 18 June,
is the month of meadows
on the calendar of revolutionary France.
Two months of that calendar
straddled my misty September there.
The month of mists spans October-November,
but both of my straddling months,
Fructidor and Vendemiaire, *
I call Brumaire.
Three months of mists: my call,
Brumaire equals Fall.
*Those months, deliberately sleuthed,
18 August to 16 Sep, Fructidor,
and 22 Sep to 21 Oct, Vendemiaire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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