October

Here in my part of the world, October is a cool sigh during the year, a time of new colors and aromas, a restful time. So, in celebration of my favorite month, I give you . . . some "October-y" stuff: a brief and beautiful song from U2 and a poem...

There was a night, last October,

the starlight pierced - do you remember?

The air was clear and cool and still.

It made the music of the stars more delicate and fragile:

the crystal sound of a string plucked,

the sweet tremor of a stellar chord struck.

And, oh, the moon was the descant

high and beautiful and distant

that made me want to sing along

but my voice was not that strong.

So I just stood and listened with my eyes,

longingly gazing at that

shimmering sky.