Thoughts on the seasons

A recent snowfall got me thinking. Many people love summer. And why not? The weather is (allegedly) beautiful, the kids are off school, and cookouts are aplenty. Summer is not my favorite time of year, however. While I enjoy the sun, and I love to watch a storm roll in, summer also seems to bring…

Autumn

autumn spreads its back like a calico cat. the trees and grasses blush under its cooling kisses. the night pulls down in lines of blue chasing red, as campfire light bursts embers into the crackling air. the welcome colors pull in around you with the warmth and comfort of your grandmother’s patchwork quilt. I wrote…

September

untrustworthy September, somehow colder, wetter than October. The burning red days sink sooner to the deepening blue. Trying to eke out a few more growing days as the garden surrenders to your cold, wet tears. September, you have robbed me of more than most will ever know. Your blinking twilight leaves me in a blue…