“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
We are coming to the end of a searing and brutal summer. The monotony of the heat is laborious and draining. There are only so many perfect words to describe yet another scorching day. The hours drag on like a sepia toned silent film as I watch the lethargic birds outside my window. Many sit for hours in the bird bath, seeking relief. I sit and dream, yearning for the days when I can work in my garden again.
By the end of summer I am exhausted and even depressed some days.
As a poet, I get excited about the change of this season in particular to fall. I was born in October, so I am an autumn child. For me, the autumnal equinox is a time to reflect and…
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