October, you did not leave me much to long for except, of course, more. Please come again, and wear that gorgeous mesa gown. We’ll be ever grateful.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Three days gone and already I miss you. You sent so many letters and surprising enclosures. You are my favorite mail carrier, sender of leaf and the crisp page. Do you see my notes of gratitude roosting on the line waiting for the perfect postal wind?
Your generous days offered me a plethora of lucky numbers. 4 was the Love-day under my pergola, a story-slam of vows with mints and buttery kisses all around. There was absolutely no kind of bluster. Thanks for that, plus the picture light.
Oh, October, I know you are connected to the eternal eight, but for Ghost Ranch you were right to send me nine.
Thank you, October, for the blood red moon, the matrimonial trail, for the rain and umbrellas and for those beneath them. Thanks for Aunt Irene, for the Inuit Inuksuk inspiration, for the Guthrie girl, for dear Brett. Thanks for Willa and her desert sister surrogate. I loved Stanley Kunitz and his dancing partner. Also, thanks for the big heart with her big pockets, and for all the brave asking. What is a letter if not an act of faith.Say, could you please look after any letter poems hidden under rocks? Ask November to deliver them if they languish in the sage.
Yours, forever newly older,Jane