Some October
by Barbara Crooker
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.
(Read the rest here.)
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Barbara Crooker. She's just one of those lovely gifts to and from the universe.
She writes of the ordinary, painting it with extraordinary color and depth. She makes me think, and sigh, and laugh. I always associate her with autumn, for some reason. Crisp and lovely, golden hues, endings and beginnings.
If you've never read her, you can find her books here.
And go here for a little Poetry Friday bonus, Crooker's Poem of the Month, "Halloween."
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The Poetry Friday round up is at Friendly Fairy Tales.
7 comments:
Barbara's the best, and I agree with you -- her work is such a gift.
Love her!
Jama, Tabatha, Barbara ... kindred spirits all. :)
It's a Barbara Crooker kind of day. Lacking any sun yet...or in the forecast...I have the space heater pointed at my feet to give me a patch of warmth!
I'm happy to see that A Year of Being Here has published an anthology! I just requested that our library system purchase it!
That poem is boiled down to its essential beauty. What a year we are having. I will hold onto those copper-colored woods all day.
Go where the current takes you -- such sage advice! Thanks for sharing!
Ohh...such a lovely poem. She is new to me, so thank you for introducing her.
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