Literary Hook: A poem for October

Lately, I have been enjoying going into my files and books to find poems that fit the season. It is a pleasure to share them in this column. Each week, I wonder, “Is there a poem that makes sense to publish this week?” If the answer is “yes,” then I send it along to you, the readers. After one has spent so many years writing, it’s fun to find things to recycle.

I hope you will enjoy this poem, which celebrates the month of October. It is a meditation composed early in the morning in the sunroom overlooking the garden.

October Morning

The street is quiet as cotton here,

Today, and the air Nordic sweet—

A luscious alchemy of blue spruce,

White pine, Russian sage, lemon mint

And lavender gone to seed, blended

With smoky leaves and woods of autumn.

Here the prairie garden wraps around us

With its limber maiden grasses, its tassels

Like a hundred wish-granting wands.

Hardy mauve sedum and goldenrod.

Let morning meander through lacey

Honey locusts as water trickles beneath

The periwinkle myrtle that winds

Beneath the service berry tree.

Let one red-veined leaf float

From the sunset maple and land

On the birdbath’s lip. Let its yellow

Complications lift like cabbage moths.

Let this day begin.

This poem was first published in Who Walks Among the Trees with Charity, Wind Pubications, 2005.

from the Oct. 10, 2007, issue

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