Friday, July 03, 2009

October

is a flamethrower,
kindling leaves, then shriveling them to ash.
October is a woman straining
her spine to see if she can still reach her toes.
October ends in quiet rains.

Not a good month for beginnings:
fold for storage, pickle and jam,
count over blessings.

--for Poefusion

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2 comments:

Michelle Johnson said...

I love the images you've created with this. I could imagine a woman almost ready to deliver trying to touch her toes. The quiet rains hushing her anxieties. Preparations for the last half of the year seem to be at play in the last stanza.

Greyscale Territory said...

Strange how my October wears quite a different dress when she wanders the southern hemisphere. I enjoyed this poem from a perspective of grappling with Nature's split personality.