Poem: Aster

A poem by Luisa A. Igloria

October 28, 2024

September flower, spiked white 
wood or billowy lavender aster—

pearl crescents, monarchs, and 
golden moths come to feed 

as if worshipping where you cluster. 
There is a first star, a morning and 

evening star, a star for every event
in the zodiac; and there is one of sudden 

or ruinous nature, one which falls out 
of lucky alignment. A crossed star, dis-

possessed of favor or fortune. Tell
me, which one stood watch or 

crowned me at birth; which one offered
its distant light like a godmother?