And now this just caught my attention: in her most recent post, Chelle from Tempting Persephone shared this poem by Peter S. Beagle, and it has such a deliciously eerie, haunting, October-appropriate tone and imagery that I want to pass it along. Lines 3 and 4 are the ones that give me that shivery feeling Chelle mentions:
I hear the thunder moaning overhead,
Like some great creature dying in the night.
A belated Happy National Poetry Day to those in the UK!