Twilight September

In the late afternoon shadows, by the underlit leaves, near a tree bent by the weight of its own fruit…in the breeze between summer and fall: there, in the crook of a bush by a rock I spied a colored egg overlooked from last April, a memory of youth sealed like a wish, better left to itself.



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15 replies

  1. It wouldn’t be autumn without a whiff of melancholia.

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  2. I’m a little speechless, but your words speak so well about the passing of seasons and memories of our days gone by. Beautiful.

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  3. Reblogged this on Karen Dowdall and commented:
    I’m a little speechless, but your words speak so well about the passing of seasons and memories of our days gone by. Beautiful.

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  4. Re-blogged, Twilight September.

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  5. I agree with Karen…these are beautiful words to contemplate between the seasons!

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  6. where past and present intersect

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