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Literary Hook: A morning meditation poem to start off October
By Christine Swanberg
Author and Poet
Haven’t we had a beautiful, cool and lush summer with a lovely, toasty September? Is there anything that compares to a bright, crisp fall day?
Have you noticed the golden sunrises and coral sunsets lately? The slant of the September sun? The impending bite and fragrance of fermentation in the fall air?
Here is a morning meditation poem to start off October.
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.
Christine Swanberg is a local author and poet who has written several books of poetry.
From the September 30 – October 6, 2009 issue.