The Peoria Poetry Club will celebrate this Christmas Season with members reading holiday poems, at our December 9th meeting. Come join us for festive snacks and bring your favorite poems to read. The fun begins at noon!
The Cruelest Month
In an eloquent poem about
depression, T.S. Eliot wrote
“…April is the Cruelest Month…”
Depression: I’ve been in the same boat.
But it isn’t April’s renewal of life
that hurts my mind the most.
It’s the slow death of autumn,
to which November plays host.
Green is scraped off our palettes,
leached from stalks once flower crown’d.
October’s blaze of glory lies drab
under our feet on muddy ground.
The sunlight weakens till we crave
it’s healing touch. We cannot cope.
We isolate; we shut ourselves away.
November is the end of hope.
Copyright 2017, Rebecca Logue
One day you may meet
Someone who has a Great Need
Perhaps only you
Could Provide a Helping Hand
Be A Good Samaritan
Dare To Care
Richard J. Dillon
Author’s Edit 11/10/17
Militia of The Immaculata