For Marguerite Eugenie Florrimonde
when october goes winter is close
her sweet sadness folded in russet leaves
sprinkled across gardens
and wind swept city streets
when she travels south
she puts on her yellow wattle skirt
places a hibiscus in her hair
and smiles a lot at the sun
the stork left me in the petunia patch
in october many years ago
my mother found me there
and kept me
the stork returned
said it was the wrong address
my mother said bugger off
she's my little october thrill
she's staying
Weekly Scribblings # 39 ....OCTOBER THRILLS
I love every bit of this.
ReplyDeleteIt is not often I laugh out loud but this poem really set me going. I bet that stork had a long face when she heard your mother's determinaion to keep you!
ReplyDeleteLuv the travel to south verse best
ReplyDeleteHappy Wednesday
Much💓love
I love the mother's response. It painted a smile on my face, and goodness knows I can use a smile today. Thank you!
ReplyDeletePetunias, eh? You lucky. February's stork left me in a snowbank.
ReplyDeleteGreat stuff.
Fall is my favorite season, but I hate that it ushers in winter. I too love your mother's response to the stork!
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful, Rall! I love the use of colour, the thought of ‘sweet sadness folded in russet leaves’ and your mother telling the stork to bugger off – good for her!
ReplyDeleteThis is one of my favorite Nancy Wilson recordings, thank you for including it. And ~ I love the poem.
ReplyDeleteI never knew storks could get mixed up.
ReplyDeleteOctober in her yellow wattle skirt - (of twigs and branches interwoven - I looked it up) BEAUTIFUL. A poem to sink into. And what a voice Nancy Wilson has. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI love your Mum's response, and my guess is you've been her little October thrill all these years. I enjoyed the poem!
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