September tugs at August
October overshadows September.
Leaves falling in August
a premature ejaculation of autumn
leaves one unfulfilled
and looking to September
for more.
More warmth, more comfort,
a lingering embrace
to hold on
to the moments of bliss.
As an adult, I love September
and August too.
It’s just too soon
to feel this cool
like the afterglow
dissipating before daylight,
or a lover
tacitly
closing the door.
September, where are you
in October’s shadow?
The tomatoes are as green
as my naiveté
the scarce flowers
say goodbye…
It’s too soon to feel this cool.
Sadness hangs in the air
like unripened fruit,
July leaves gyrating brown,
their youth lost
before prime.
Not ready
to
let
go.
Summer is over
before full bloom —
the whirlwind pursuit
with lackluster end.
wRighTing My Life 
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I’ll send it out in a few days. Thanks!
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Yes, of course I would love to read it. And I would be honored as well. 🙂
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The essay is part of a larger WIP project that I’m hoping to get published. I’d be honored and happy to share it with you via email. I can send it out in a couple of days if you would like to read it. This essay is approximately 7-8 pages long.
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Hmmm, no wonder Asheville has been calling me. Sounds soothing and regenerating. And the mountains seem to be in my genes — whether from Scotland or northern US. ‘Would love to read your essay…perhaps you’ll post it?
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All of WNC is breathtakingly beautiful. I love the mountains. Love to hike. So peaceful and quiet. Wildflowers and trees and rivers. And THE WATERFALLS!! Blue Ridge Parkway. Mountains to Sea Trail. The vistas! The mountains ❤️.
Asheville has great food (vegan and vegetarian everywhere) and coffeehouses. Street music; someone playing on every corner. Lots of used and Indy bookstores. Folks are more relaxed and move at a slower pace. The overall atmosphere, I guess. Both nature and man-made. I feel at peace in Asheville. It must be the call of the mountains. I wrote an essay about this for the Orion at Omega Workshop.
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Asheville has been calling me for several years now although I’m not particularly sure just why. What’s its appeal to you?
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Are we ever ready to let go? I’ve rushed summer all summer, and now as we are nearing the end I realize how much I’ll miss real garden tomatoes and cucumbers. We just returned from Asheville today. It was already feeling like fall there. I love “sadness hangs in the air like unripened fruit.”
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