Autumn is my favorite time of year. The scorching sun settles down, each day becomes a little easier, and the crisp nights are refreshing. So here, without further ado, is some autumn joy for you!
The poem below came to me via The Writer's Almanac. Barbara Crooker is new to me, but I will surely be looking for more of her poetry.
And Now it's October
the golden hour of the clock of the year. Everything that can run
to fruit has already done so: round apples, oval plums, bottom-heavy
pears, black walnuts and hickory nuts annealed in their shells,
the woodchuck with his overcoat of fat. Flowers that were once bright
as a box of crayons are now seed heads and thistle down. All the feathery
grasses shine in the slanted light...
- by Barbara Crooker from Small Rain
find the rest of this poem here.
I can't pass October without celebrating pumpkins. I find them is so compelling.
Oh, that Jack-O!
Of all the pumpkins in the patch
This one called "Choose ME!"
Tough and bright and jaunty
Bold as it could be
As soon as I cut two eyes and mouth
Seemed Jack-O almost snickered
And I'm sure that rascal winked at me
Each time the candle flickered
© Karen Eastlund
Autumn is beautiful in New Jersey. The colors are still peaking (peeking) and each day I'm thankful for this gorgeous splash of color.
I hope this time of year is lovely where you live also.
Don't miss the Poetry Friday gathering, this week hosted by Jone Rush MacCulloch. Click the blue link to find more poetry posts: Jone Thanks for hosting, Jone!
