October
October's the hardest month for me.
Do you have one that's hard for you?
I lost someone who lived each day
large with joy and love for all.
He taught me that, like quicksilver,
all moments pass,
so, in October,
I'll think of him,
and I'll be
dripping opals,
whispering spells,
wearing velvet,
chasing ghosts,
stirring soup,
and gathering friends.
As October ends,
I'll light candles,
track moon glimmer,
give thanks
for the magic
of him.
Do you have one that's hard for you?
I lost someone who lived each day
large with joy and love for all.
He taught me that, like quicksilver,
all moments pass,
so, in October,
I'll think of him,
and I'll be
dripping opals,
whispering spells,
wearing velvet,
chasing ghosts,
stirring soup,
and gathering friends.
As October ends,
I'll light candles,
track moon glimmer,
give thanks
for the magic
of him.
This poem is copyright (©) Mona Voelkel 2026
About the Writer
Mona Voelkel
Before Mona Voelkel was a full-time writer, she was a reading specialist in New York and is honored to be included in The Dirigible Balloon. She is the author of two picture books, Stanley and the Wild Words and the Moonbeam Award-winning, Moon Choo-Choo. Her poetry has also appeared in Little Thoughts Press and The Milford Journal.
