We are now well into October, and the autumn appears to be here to stay, with cooler daytime temperatures, chilly nights, and crisp mornings. This poem by Mark Perlberg sums up some of the sights, smells, and feels of October autumn days ...
Toward the Solstice
by Mark Perlberg
the sun still warm on our backs,
frost just a ghost in the shrubbery.
We raked the leaves into shifting piles on the lawn,
scooped them into deep round baskets
and spilled them in the street against the curb.
The vein of fire, unseen at first in diamond light,
whispered through oak leaves brown as butcher paper,
and maple still flushed with color like maps
torn from The Book of Knowledge.
We were letting go of October, relinquishing color,
readying ourselves for streets lacquered with ice,
the town closed like a walnut, locked inside the cold.
Remember burning the leaves in the fall? In most places you can't do that any more, and so can't experience one of the glorious smells of the season.
Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. Love the autumn, because you'll miss it once winter arrives.
Bilbo
1 comment:
I like this thoughtful poem.
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