Some October, when the leaves turn gold, ask
me if I've done enough to deserve this life
I've been given. A pile of sorrows, yes, but joy
enough to unbalance the equation.
When the sky turns blue as the robes of heaven,
ask me if I've made a difference.
The road winds through the copper-colored woods;
no one sees around the bend.
Today, the wind poured out of Canada,
a river in flood, bringing down the brilliant leaves,
broken sticks and twigs, deserted nests.
Go where the current takes you.
Some twilight, when the clouds stream in from the west
like the breath of God, ask me again.
"Some October" by Barbara Crooker, from Radiance: Poems. © Word Press, 2005.
What a pretty little tree. I just love this poem and how it flows so...stream of consciousness-ly, and was so glad to stumble across this poet.
ReplyDeleteMe too! Am standing in a bookstore, reading Ms. Giovanni's newest collection.
DeleteLaurie, would I have your permission to share part of this if I list the author and how I ran across it? Sheer loveliness.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely! Poetry is best when passed around.
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