Bright red is the favorite color of most small children. What a surprise it was, when someone told me this! Oh, you mean I was supposed to change my favorite color when I grew up?
October leaves in Norway and Sweden are rich in dark greens and yellows–but I miss the scarlet extravagance of autumn maple trees. I love this tree image from photoninja Judith Meskill…
Even more than that, I’m grateful that Judith added a poem of her own to her maple tree image. Judith’s title was “Walk with me…” For some reason (October melancholy?) her poem made me write my own first-poem-in-quite-a-while, a poem for my friend from childhood Mary Parfitt. Mary died of a brain tumor in 1989, so if I want to send her any messages now, blogging a poem is as good a way as any.
Walk with me
into a memory our past lives inhabit
but we do not.Walk with me into
remembered October. Rememberthe trees,
the beautiful whispering leaves,
scarlet tale-tellers,
undaunted by December.Inhabiting other Octobers,
I remember
you.
3 responses so far ↓
1 Montauk Rider // Oct 6, 2007 at 10:30 pm
How lovely those rememberances, those thoughts, those sentiments. You are truly a wonder, Betsy.
2 Betsy Devine // Oct 7, 2007 at 2:16 am
Thanks, Kim. I thought about not blogging this poem, but then I figured, if I can’t put my poem in my own blog, then where can I put it?
3 SocMEdiarocks // Oct 8, 2007 at 12:48 pm
you honor me, dear heart! i love your poem – particularly, and personally, evocative at the moment. thanks, betsy … /smile