A Poem for October 10

Poetry
Art and Environment
by Edward Hessler

Sycamore tree, from Wikipedia.

Yesterday, the Minneapolis-St. Paul metro area hit 60 degrees F (16 degrees C), one degree less than average (15.5 degrees C). Today is to be a really warm day — 70 degrees F (21 degrees C).

I've never thought much about months as being particularly fecund periods for poetry, until October arrives. There are many October poems that I like a great deal.

Here is one for this date by Wendell Berry. It is titled October 10.

I grew up in Sycamore tree country — favorite and imposing climbing trees — and miss their bleached and mottled limbs. Collecting and throwing their buttonballs — the tree is also known as buttonwood--was also a great pastime.