Thursday, September 22, 2011

Storing September

This is a poem from an anthology of the same name by a local poet named Elizabeth Rooney. Her daughter collected her poems into a set of four books
called 'All Miracle'. They are all lovely. I wish I had known Elizabeth Rooney.
Storing September

You ask me what I did today.
I could pretend and say,
"I don't remember."
But, no, I'll tell you what I did today --
I stored September.
Sat in the sun and let the sun sink in,
Let all the warmth of it caress my skin.
When winter comes, my skin will still remember
The day I stored September.
And then my eyes --
I filled them with the deepest, bluest skies
And all the traceries of wasps and butterflies.
When winter comes, my eyes will still remember
The day they stored September.
And there was cricket song to fill my ears!
And the taste of grapes
And the deep purple of them!
And asters, like small clumps of sky...
You know how much I love them.
That's what I did today
And I know why.
Just simply for the love of it,
I stored September.



Lori Lipsky said...

Beautiful. I've read other poems by Elizabeth Rooney and I was also thinking I wish I'd known her.

Some of them make quite an impact. For good.

Susan said...

Beautiful picture. Beautiful poem.

Robin J. Steinweg said...

Thank you, Prude! A new poet to me. You've made my life richer!

ScheltyDebate said...

Yay for poetry and pictures! Thank you for sharing!

Suef said...

Another post to make me cry. What a lovely poem!

Joanie said...

I want to store September, too!