With the beginning of Autumn only two days away, we wanted to share with you two poems written by Maryknoll Sisters about this inspiring, colorful, cool, and crisp time of year.
Season of all seasons blest
with pudgy pumpkins
an avalanche of apples
McIntosh, Empire, Cortland…
Season of white seedless grapes
spirited squirrels squeezing through
a bird feeder
on the porch steps.
Season of all seasons splashed
with riotous color shivering leaves
red, russet, yellow
and happy combinations of which
Van Gogh never dreamt.
Season of plaid skirts and shirts
warm knit sweaters
and wine slacks.
Seasons of all seasons favored
with pristine blue sky
and a world of sparkling images
of the Holy One.
Sr. Joan Metzner, MM
Autumn The wind reigns in autumn. The wind sighs and life rustles and rattles, forgetting green in the red/gold flames lit by the wind. Wind-sigh turns to tight laughter that rushes among brown brush and harvest stubble setting them a-cackle in its echo. Wind-laugh turns to harsh howl that tears through naked branches and homeless leaves leaving them trembling in its wake. Wind-howl turns to bitter screech that rakes the earth stripping it of spongy warmth and pliant color until wind holds earth, brittle-fragile, in its grasp. The wind reigns in autumn. But autumn's ruler is winter's servant as wind flames read/gold to cold boldly burning a way for barren beauty. Sr. Ann Hayden, MM October 31, 1980