November 2, Poem-a-Day

All Souls’ Day
Ode to the Late Bloomers
by Beth Weaver-Kreider

Hello, you late bloomers 
you November roses, 
you gray-headed adventurers 
you fresh faced elders. 

Hello you long rememberers 
with whimsical notions. 
Good morning, hoary elders: 
This new dawn is for you. 

It’s your turn to shine 
you golden-aged, wide-eyed, 
always-beginners,
you never-stop-learners,
you never-stop-tryers .

This is your Third Act,
your October sparkle,
your Autumnal glory,
your riot of color.

Make it your best one,
filled with adventure,
youthful eyes twinkling,
follow the piper into the mountains. 
Claim your desires.
Dream a new dream.