(Wendy Cabell, October 17, 2021. Feast day of the Deliverer Icon of the Mother of God, of Saint Margaret Mary Alacoque, Prophet Hosea, Saints Cosmos and Damien, and Saint Solina of Chartres. Jewish calendar remembers the passing of Matriarch Rebecca (1553 BC) and Methuselah (2105 BC). Image from here.)
Autumnal
(upon viewing painting lining a medieval manuscript, of a woman sweeping)
being October perhaps? Then as now—simple tasks,
complex world. World that deepens about now,
ripens. When then,
to pick the fruit from the tree?
When it’s sweet enough
(today’s lesson in Psycho-botany)
Tonight’s menu to feature
pumpkin soup.
Tonight's memory being that moment, you
know the one, air it shifts, wee nip rides the current.
Gentle at first, stirs a longing. For storytelling, candlelight.
Warm scarves and hot tea. Till the quiet settles, bidden
or no. And everything else, it can wait. As we turn—
welcome our kindly guest,
before she’s gone.
*From prompt: Freewrite as inspired by etymology of the word orange. From Lisa Freedman's BreatheReadWrite, October 11, 2021. This poem later revisited for revision and inclusion in letter, as part of Daisy Barrett Nash's Writers At Play, letter writing series, 2022.
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