Actually, we still don't have a killing frost in the forecast for the next week. But it's coming.
"There comes a time when it cannot be put off any
longer. The radio warns of a killing frost coming
in the night, and you must say good-by to the garden. You dread it, as
you dread saying good-by
to any good friend; but the garden waits with its last gifts, and you must go
with a bushel basket
or big buckets to receive them."
- Rachel Peden
Another October poem I love:
End of Summer
"An agitation of the air,
A perturbation of the light
Admonished me the unloved year
Would turn on its hinge that night.
I stood in the disenchanted field
Amid the stubble and the stones
Amaded, while a small worm lisped to me
The song of my marrow-bones.
Blue poured into summer blue,
A hawk broke from his cloudless tower,
The roof of the silo blazed, and I knew
That part of my life was forever over.
Already the iron door of the North
Clangs open: birds,leaves,snows
Order their populations forth,
And a cruel wind blows."
- Stanley Kunitz, End of Summer
and this one:
"the air is different today
the wind sings with a new tone
sighing of changes
coming
the harvest gathered
a flower, a nut
some mead, and bread
a candle and a prayer
returning the fruits
in thanksgiving
to the grove
and receiving
it's blessing
again"
-
Rhawk, Alban Elfed
and this one:
"Today I walked on the lion-coloured
hills
with only cypresses for company,
until the sunset caught me, turned the brush
to copper
set the clouds
to one great roof of flame
above the earth,
so that I walk through fire, beneath fire,
and all in beauty.
Being alone
I could not be alone, but felt
(closer than flesh) the presence of those
who once had burned in such transfigurations.
My happiness ran through the centuries
in one continual brightness. Looking down,
I saw the earth beneath me like a rose
petaled with mountains,
fragrant with deep peace."
-
Elizabeth Coatsworth, On the Hills, 1924
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