What can l say, now that summer’s gone,
with the weight of its heat,
its thick blanket of humidity,
the cacophony of zinnias, marigolds, salvia?
Now the sky is clear blue and cloudless,
that sure one-note that can only mean October.
You’re gone.
The leaves turn gold in the calendar’s rotisserie,
giving up their green, and the burning bushes
have ignited, struck their book of matches.
It’s enough to make the heart break, isn’t it?
We keep going down the one road, there’s no turning back.
~Barbara Crooker “Now” from Small Rain

…the golden hour of the clock of the year.
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.
…time to draw the drapes against the wind,
time to hunker down.
Summer’s fruits are preserved in syrup,
but nothing can stopper time.
No way to seal it in wax or amber;
it slides though our hands like a rope of silk.
~Barbara Crooker from “And Now it’s October” from Small Rain.

It’s half-past October, the woods
are on fire, blue skies stretch
all the way to heaven. Of course,
we know that winter is coming, its thin
winding sheets and its hard narrow bed.
But right now, the season’s fermented
to fullness…
~Barbara Crooker from “Reel” in The Book of Kells

Another October. The maples have done their slick trick
of turning yellow almost overnight; summer’s hazy skies
are cobalt blue. I want to praise things
that cannot last. The scarlet and orange leaves
are already gone, blown down by a cold rain,
crushed and trampled. They rise again in leaf meal
and wood smoke.
I want to praise everything brief and finite.
night falls swiftly, tucking us in her black velvet robe,
the stitches showing through, all those little lights,
our little lives, rising and falling.
~Barbara Crooker from “Equinox”

This slow fading away of October
renders us transient ourselves-

only visitors here,
no laying down claims,
simply passing through
enjoying the scenery,
knowing this too won’t last…

Yet it is sweet
~let me say it again~
oh so sweet
while we’re here.