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.