Fall.
Without hesitation,
my favorite season.
The harvest.
The reaping.
The gathering in
and the gathering together.
Leaves turning ablaze
a final act of beauty
before their dance of decent.
Making ready for the cold,
still winter,
whose dormancy silently
makes room for new life.
Going out in glory.
Do you remember the little series of poems by Molly O’Connor D’Antonio that I was publishing each month? I missed a few during the crazy spring, but yesterday, after carrying two sleeping beauties up the stairs after a long walk (stroller ride) on a hot day, I found her latest musings, shared above. The more times I read it, the more beautiful it seems. Enjoy!
As a little girl, poetry rolled off my mother’s tongue and spilled into our lives, making mundane moments ethereal. I’m thinking I like my peas with honey, among other things. I’m so pleased to bring a new feature to the blog today, one that stems from this love of poetry and will be returning each month for your reading pleasure! I recently learned that a very talented friend resolved in 2010 to write a poem each month. (I so often think that loathing the task is a prerequisite of a New Year’s resolution, but this is pure delight!) I’m so thrilled that she’s letting me publish them here! Hope you have a moment today to make a cup of tea, find some sunlight, and soak in Molly’s lovely poems – one for January, and one for February, accompanied here by a photograph courtesy of another gifted friend, Janeen Messner of J. Singer Messner Photography, and a little chickadee I sketched just for you! Happy Monday.
