And so it is with gladnessthat I see the summer ceasereplaced by autumn’s achingwith the chill of colored peace.And so it is with gladnessthat I turn this season’s pagein wishful hope that colder wordswill heal my summer rage.
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Gwen Acreson September 1, 2014 at 2:00 pm
” autumn’s aching “…..now I have words for the beautiful melancholy of the season.
“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.)
” autumn’s aching “…..now I have words for the beautiful melancholy of the season.
“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.)
“with the chill of colored peace.” Such a beautiful description.
We need some ice for those wounds. This is beautiful.
Beautiful. Thank you.
Sublime!
“summer rage.” yes.
Beautiful.
Leaving you beauty for beauty: http://www.onbeing.org/blog/an-invitation-to-heartbreak-and-the-call-of-the-loon/6730