Relief from Summer Ailments

Here it begins, my seasonal agenda,

just for myself, unknown to most of you.

It has the constancy and repetition of devout

ritual; it’s a descent from dire peak to safe plateau.

I desist from drops and medication as soon as the warm

fades, and pack away compression stockings – it’s Autumn!

Form: a ‘broken acrostic,’ with the letters of the acrostic word (the true title of the poem) appearing at ends, not beginnings of lines.

For Friday Writings #119: Strange Springs at Poets and Storytellers United, Magaly invites us to write on strange Spring rituals. But it’s Autumn in Australia, and I’m currently most interested in my own personal, very welcome ways of marking the change of season. (Actually I can’t do either just yet, still too early – but soon!) 

October

 

Octogenarian now, yet I still carry within me

Child, teenager, and all those younger women

That make up the layers and the fusion of myself.

On this day in early October, it seems well-timed –

Being at a place where the year slows before

Ending, yet also where the season renews – to

Recall all that I have been, I have become, I am.

Written for Magaly's prompt, October, for Friday Writings #97 at Poets and Storytellers United.