Tuesday, October 2, 2012

October's Opal


October's Opal
by Robert Savino

October is here, once again,
barely transcending the threshold of autumn.
The maple is turning yellow to orange, to red,
soon to be bared by winter.

Ah winter, when blankets of bliss
cover spoon-fit bodies,
flickering sparks to flames. . .
until love of spring gardens
becomes the rapture of summer bloom.

And looking from outside-in,
beyond recognizable beauty,
the ruby of jewels glows bright,
pumping currents of rivers red,
deep into the wells of every extremity.
Our chest fills with laughter.

When apart, even so brief,
this season stays with you,
whether I am or not
and your voice with me,
through wind's immutable breath.

©2009, Robert Savino

Robert J. Savino is a native Long Island poet and long standing board member of Island Poets. His poems have been published widely, in print, from The Long Island Quarterly to the Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, as well as online in Poetry SuperHighway. Two of his poems appear in our other seasonal anthologies: "Idle Seesaw" is in the summer collection, and "Shortcut Through the Storm" is in the winter collection.

4 comments:

Coop said...

Nice poem :-)

Jason said...

That was really nice, very emotive.

Jay M. said...

Nice piece. We're actually having an autumn this year! I hope it lasts all the way to December!
Peace <3
Jay

daemon said...

Beautiful. Thank you so much for finding this and sharing it here. It made my day and gave me the pause and thought I needed today.

daemon