By Christine Swanberg
Author and Poet
Here is a simple, descriptive poem ushering in 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. She received the Lawrence E. Gloyd Community Impact Award at the 2012 Rockford Area Arts Council State of the Arts Awards.
From the Sept. 25-Oct. 1, 2013, issue