October 2021

October is magic in New England. It is the month when spring’s fragile blossoms and wee, sown seeds ripen into voluptuous apples and prize-winning pumpkins. It is a mystical month burning with the incandescence of flaming foliage, harvest moon, and candle-lit jack-o-lantern grins. It is a month when - in a certain light - it seems almost anything is possible.

Voyager

By Linda Fialkoff

If you mount the iron horse

And its wings spread out to fly

Feel the knocking in your heart

As you lift up to the sky.

When art’s passion fuels your breath

Clouds of wonder draw you nigh

Pull back the reins of life and death

Tell the horseman pass you by.

Give up struggle and surrender

All the weapons of your flight

And the violin moon will render

Lovers rushing into light.

Here the stars remain unbroken

And the brain cannot know why

Let the words be left unspoken

Let the lips speak no reply.

Rain and thunder saints a throwing

Angels falling with the hail

Keeping watch on all that’s growing

in the dream beyond the veil.

You are shaken you are carried

Down the mountain through the storm

And the evening wind will marry

Rainbow colors of the morn.

Floating freely down the river

Laughing, drinking in the sun

Come the farmers with their darlings

Come the apple fruit and drum.

Linda Fialkoff is a holistic psychotherapist in practice in eastern Massachusetts. She is a self-described occasional poet and a grateful lover of the Earth and all its beings.