I decided to go with a serious poem on this Friday: October by Bill Berkson. It’s a really lovely poem that captures this time of the year. Enjoy!
October
Bill Berkson
It’s odd to have a separate month. It
escapes the year, it is not only cold, it is warm
and loving like a death grip on a willing knee. The
Indians have a name for it, they call it:
“Summer!” The tepees shake in the blast like roosters
at dawn. Everything is special to them,
the colorful ones.
The rest of the poem is at the Poetry Foundation website.
Debbie Diller 