Wednesday, October 14, 2015



October's stillness blankets me,
offers benediction:

undulating gentleness
glides behind the drake,

milkweed parachutes adventure
upon her breeze

father and son hold hands, latter silenced
by valley and mountains ablaze.

The leaves have yet to frolic, the boy
to voice his questions.  Now's the time for worship.

by Margaret Bednar, October 14, 2015

Blue Ridge Parkway - near Blowing Rock, NC

linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Up Close & Personal - Micro Poetry" and also their "Tuesday Platform".

I originally used the word "blessings" but I really think I overuse that word in my poetry.  I think benediction is a nice alternative.


Raining Iguanas said...

I love milkweed parachutes!

Susie Clevenger said...

There is such a spiritual feel in this..such moments rise as a prayer of thanksgiving. Beautiful

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Oh yes! Definitely no argument about that.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is a beautiful vision of October, Margaret. Very true to the season. I love the way you brought attention to the father and son and the sense of how all cycles in life must continue and eventually pass.

Marian said...

Beautiful, Margaret!

De said...

Truly breathtaking.