September By John Blase | September 1, 2014 | 9 And so it is with gladness that I see the summer cease replaced by autumn’s aching with the chill of colored peace. And so it is with gladness that I turn this season’s page in wishful hope that colder words will heal my summer rage. Subscribe to Blog via Email Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 1,028 other subscribers Email Address 9 Comments Gwen Acres on September 1, 2014 at 2:00 pm ” autumn’s aching “…..now I have words for the beautiful melancholy of the season. Reply michelemorin on September 1, 2014 at 2:13 pm “And so it is with gladness” that I hear glad words about the end of summer. Thank you. (I kept waiting for the word “geese” to appear, as I have already heard them out on maneuvers over our house.) Reply Shelley on September 1, 2014 at 2:33 pm “with the chill of colored peace.” Such a beautiful description. Reply Jewels on September 1, 2014 at 2:47 pm We need some ice for those wounds. This is beautiful. Reply Annie B on September 1, 2014 at 3:16 pm Beautiful. Thank you. Reply Gail on September 1, 2014 at 3:17 pm Sublime! Reply Jackie Lea Sommers on September 1, 2014 at 4:30 pm “summer rage.” yes. Reply Misty on September 2, 2014 at 6:35 pm Beautiful. Reply literarywanderings on September 5, 2014 at 1:54 am Leaving you beauty for beauty: http://www.onbeing.org/blog/an-invitation-to-heartbreak-and-the-call-of-the-loon/6730 Reply Leave a Comment Cancel Reply Comment Name (required) Email (will not be published) (required) Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.