Saturday, October 22, 2011

An Ode to Trader Joe's















There is nothing better than the combination of autumn and a great market. My darling husband Donald Koozer wrote this poem after a trip to Trader Joe's last week. It says it all. Enjoy.


HUNTER’S MOON


In the twilight of mid-October

a sacredness seems to linger

over the land and the city.

As we drive to Trader Joe’s,

the sun is setting in the west,

and in the east the Hunter’s Moon rises

like an ancient god over the horizon.

As it’s great face looms,

full and orange, in the dusk

we become pensive.

Outside the little market

pumpkins are piled in bins,

and bright yellow marigolds

and sienna chrysanthemums,

line the sidewalks.

As people shop the moon turns to golden

and rises higher into the night.

It sends a resonance over the land

that enters the body like a gentle current.

In the store we buy bread and cheese

and cherry tomatoes.

When we leave, the moon

looks down upon us,

and follows as we drive home.

It sails through the dark silhouettes of trees

and through lighted clouds

as if it has a message yet to impart--

a message of time, beauty,

and the coming of winter.


1 comment:

Lisa Hall said...

I wish we had a Trader Joes's somewhere close to us!