It’s not about what might come in little packages around birthdays or Christmas, not about what others might give me, nor even what I am glad to be able to give to them. I am happy for that moment when the whatever-it-is arrives on my doorstep, for that bit of excitement.
Here is autumn again —
When I become popsicle-like
During early mornings and nights,
October is inaugurated
With the feast of Saint Thérèse,
A shower of roses, when
Many other plants are dying.
Saint Faustina is October fifth,
Reminding that Divine Mercy lifts
All penitents from lowly misery:
Nights are long, yet rays of light are shining.
On the seventh, perfect number,
We celebrate Jesus’ immaculate mother,
Known as Our Lady of Victory
Through her prayer weapon, the rosary.
On Halloween, the eve of all Saints,
A frightening picture our culture paints,
Yet even amidst those witches and ghosts
Courage flourishes with heavenly hosts.
For this week’s Weekly Scribblings (a couple of days late) about October. Ideally, I would want to write more quatrains because I skipped from October 7th all the way to October 31st, but I haven’t memorized this month’s liturgical calendar. I’m sure there are at least a few other awesome saints that I could include next time. 🙂
Today at DVerse, it is haibun Monday, and the theme is, appropriately, “back to school.” I am happy to be out of school, since even though there were aspects of it that I liked, it would also generate so much anxiety and overwhelm. At the same time, here I am post-college, and there’s still a ton of anxiety and depression, so life’s probably not any better. Anyway, I wasn’t going to post this haibun, but today is one of those days when I probably won’t write anything better, so here you go.
A short, 31-word poem for Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry short verse, part 2. 🙂
I remember, one Autumn
When I was young,
Visiting a pumpkin patch,
Exploring a corn maze,
And among the orange squash
And the yellow stalks
Yet with my family.
For this prompt about autumn. It was nice to write about that season before we’re in it, kind of a fun idea. 🙂
“I am coming soon,” September whispers
From inside a relief-filled breeze
One August evening: She takes her time,
Letting the last days of summer languish,
Preparing to arrive on the scene
Wearing a dress of red and yellow leaves.
Soon Persephone is leaving
Demeter, mother in mourning,
Let it be
As long as you need.
One mistake so long-lasting
Ruby-red pomegranate seeds deceiving:
Let the leaves
Lament Hades’ greed.
Persephone, too, is unhappy
Caught in this cycle unwillingly:
Let it be
Soon, briefly freed.
Linda Kruschke has a wonderful poetry prompt for us this week: writing a ghazal using paint chips! I love, love, LOVE ghazals so was overjoyed to read this prompt on Friday. I not only used a paint chip for the repeating part at the end of each couplet but also used a few others interspersed among the 5 couplets. Linked also with the Writers’ Pantry at PSU.
Left to dissolve to nothing,
Life is a vapor quickly
Leaving almost no traces.
Leaves tumble from autumn trees
Listless, dead in whisp’ring wind,
Lethe takes memories — so
Light from stars must say goodbye.