...something about October

...something about October

there is something unique... 
a balance, a knowing

Keats and Pound forever speak.
Berryman and his dream songs
Dylan Thomas definitely belongs.

there is something about October...
Coolridge and Virgil
intimately knew her.

the eight and the ten, 
balance softly on celestial seventh.
allhallowtide beckons beginning and end.

there is something magical
in Plath and Cummings,

souls colored in opal and tourmaline, 
fields of yellow calendula
north of autumn, south of spring.

there is something about October...
words rise on roser shoulders,

labors in soil stir rich illumination.
fragile and strong
justice from her throne,
where poets belong.

there is something about October...