wheel with fence, Amherst

wheel with fence, Amherst

This harvest moon gives me leave to be as corny as I like when I admit to a renewed urge to burrow into the poems of Emily Dickinson.  

Maybe it’s because of the hyper activity of fall.  Or, the expected frost that makes grabbing a homemade throw, with one hand to hold piping tea, and a book of poems in the other, so compelling.

Meetings no one would have admitted time for during the lazy heat are suddenly crowding everyone’s schedules.  No matter what we found important during summer vacation, Autumn colors push forward:

Autumn — overlooked my Knitting —

Dyes — said He — have I —

Could disparage a Flamingo —

Show Me them — said I —


Cochineal — I chose — for deeming

It resemble Thee —

And the little Border — Dusker —

For resembling Me —

Knitters warm their laps with folds of tamed yarn while the Poet constructs a verse to warm the heart and awaken the mind.
The poem playfully compliments Autumn, this new arrival, by saying, “I chose — for deeming/It resemble thee —” while, at the same time, competing with Fall’s “Knitting — /Dyes” of “Flamingo” colors. The poem will put the reds of “Cochineal” up against those of the Flamingo and add a “little Border”, for good measure, to resemble the author with its dusky qualities.
When I go outdoors with my cocker spaniel and dachshund each morning the bustle in the streets starts around 6 a.m., instead of 8-ish like it did before schools started.  
The hearty sellers of produce who make up Amherst’s Farmers Market on the Green each Saturday have this advice in their newsletter today: Anyway, it’s time to surreptitiously stow your acorns in ridiculous locations, is what I’m saying. 
If you, like me, want a well-stocked heart and spirit this winter, I say stow your books of poems in ridiculous locations!
Digest A Poem A Day — Accept What Comes Your Way