Friday Poem

Poetry
Art and Environment
Edward Hessler

Equinox, from Wikipedia.

Thursday, September 22, 2016, marked an annual celestial event, the Autumnal Equinox.

Meteorologists divide the calendar differently.  They use meteorological divisions.  Fall, for example, started on September 1.  For those who look up, the autumnal equinox is fall's marker.

Other critters have their own way of marking seasons by moving or changing their daily patterns, e.g., asleep and awake. Wendy Watson's children's book, Has Winter Come tells about one pattern in a critter's life cycle. It is a wonderful read aloud bedtime story seen through the lives of a family of woodchucks. "Although the children don't recognize the faint smell of winter in the air, a woodchuck family begins preparing for long snowy nights."

You may mind the anthropomorphism. I don't.

Poets have their way of marking the seasons and today instead of one poem, there are two. Actually there could have been a dozen. Baker's at that. Maybe more.  These are favorites and I've been known to read them at all times of the year without noticing or caring about the season.

One is by Thomas McGrath; the other by Karina Borowicz.

You may learn more about the poets by clicking on the name of the poet below the poem title.

Happy Fall!