it is indian summer & I have diem to carpe

it is indian summer & I have diem to carpe–
the sky has never been this specific blue &
oh I want to choose these moments from fall
for best ripeness, red & rounding full into my hands,
bitten into like new apples,
this juice of days stinging my tongue tart

do we seize the day or does it grab us up first
in its arms in a rush, difficult to say
when we cling in desperation or hunger
wanting that everything october is
& we are to meld inside this one beating moment
together resonating

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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22 Responses to it is indian summer & I have diem to carpe

  1. davidtrudel says:

    That’s a very tasty, organic heritage apple you just gave us!

  2. Matchless beauty! xo

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  4. vivinfrance says:

    How I envy you your Indian Summer! Autumn this year has not seen fit to grace us with anything but wind and rain. I love the Latin turn around.

  5. heh-heh ‘I have diem to carpe’ ~ wondrous 😀

  6. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    “do we seize the day or does it grab us up first
    in its arms in a rush”

    This has to be one of my favorite verses of yours. It’s pitch-perfect and I think the rhythm is exquisite. In other words, I love it (and the poem).

    • Jeremy, thank you. Means a lot to have you say that, as you embody fall so well. I am going to start calling you the october poet, because it suits you so well… Sneezes nonwithstanding.

      • Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

        I love the idea of being “the October poet.” You honor me more than you know. . . My first great love among the poets was Dylan Thomas whom I used to think of as “the October poet.”

        • Ohhh–that suits him, too. You are in good company then. I understand the honor there–I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Dylan Thomas, and someone commented in one of my poems (my vision-y neanderthal thing) that it reminded them of his “green fuse” and I was floored. I did not agree with the comment, as I do not belong in the same sentence with him, ever, but I was honored nonetheless.

  7. nelle says:

    Hmmm, perhaps on some days they seize us, and on others, we them. A bit of playful snookery and a flair for the unpredictable does a world of good in small measure.

  8. This is original, Susan.

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