She's always right.
And Now it’s October
by Barbara Crooker
the golden hour of the clock of the year. Everything that can run
to fruit has already done so: round apples, oval plums, bottom-heavy
pears, black walnuts and hickory nuts annealed in their shells,
the woodchuck with his overcoat of fat. Flowers that were once bright
as a box of crayons are now seed heads and thistle down. All the feathery
....
(Read the rest here. The final lines are everything: "...but nothing can stopper time.")
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Drop by Matt Forrest Esenwine's Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme for the Poetry Friday round-up.
Oh yes, those final lines. I liked "it slides though our hands like a rope
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Thank you for sharing.
Was thinking the same thing Sally mentioned - this is thoughtful and full of comforting, memorable imagery.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love Barbara Crooker who always seems to speak to us about life in the clearest words. Tha line about the moon - the winter's beauty. Thanks, Karen!
ReplyDeleteSigh, what a splendid poem. Barbara does indeed get it right every time.
ReplyDeleteThe whole thing is gorgeous! Yes, it is my favorite month, my birth month, and indeed the golden hour of the year. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteOh, I just love Barbara Crooker. Her poems are both accessible and richly layered. Thanks for sharing this one.
ReplyDeleteAhh...thank you. So perfect. This one's a keeper.
ReplyDeleteSally, yes, I liked that line too!
ReplyDeleteMatt, Crooker creates such lovely imagery.
Linda, seconding the moon line!
Jama, "splendid" is a splendid word for this one.
Karen, happy birthday!
Molly, yes, I think of her stuff as deceptive — so seemingly simple, but, as you said, layered.
Mary Lee, keeping it along with you!
One of my favorites. You just can't beat October for drama!
ReplyDeleteWe all watch in blissful earnestness for it to arrive and then hearts swell as we watch October snatch the season away!
ReplyDeleteLoved the poem, how she shows us that time slips through our hands “like rope.” A skillful buildup to that line. Thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteKaren, anonymous is Janice S. :)
DeleteThanks for this, Karen. Why isn't Barbara Crooker more famous, hmmm?
ReplyDeleteLinda, yes, gotta love the October drama. :)
ReplyDeletePatricia, yes, such anticipation and such a fleeting time.
I agree, Janice (aka Anon 😄). It's skillfully done.
Heidi, I know, right?
The bottom heavy pears, swoon! I love Crooker's poems.
ReplyDeleteI agree, Jone. She has a magic touch. :)
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful. I can picture the feathery autumn grasses catching the light.
ReplyDeleteLaura, that's such a lovely image, isn't it?
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