I hope you enjoy this verse
from the poem, “October Alchemy,”
by Barbara Juster Esbensen.
She is one of my favorite poets who I learn from,
especially through her guiding,
A CELEBRATION OF BEES:
Helping Children Write Poetry.
By Barbara Juster Esbensen
Wind runs howling,
Rain slants cold;
Elm leaves pave
The streets with gold.
in SWING AROUND THE SUN (2003)
Family in New England jump for joy when June arrives.
I know someone who dotes on December.
My month is October.
As Barbara Juster Esbensen says,
I opened the door to the dark this morning
& this very first day
of my month rewarded me
with a crisp embrace.
now today is the morning I
carefully picked up our
Love Cups. They were created in New England, then
surprise-gifted to us
by the hard-working multi-media artist
in our family, Anna, a brand-new law
Our heart-handled sips
(organic coffee, my husband)
(chai green tea with licorice tea, me)
taste better in these gorgeous cups,
if the morning ranges from cool
to freezing. (North Florida can freeze.)
October 1 is also when I
delight in a return
to crafty ways.
is the first day
of the rest
of my best