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September 23, 2003
Autumnal
Latency. An echo, ghost, a lingering scent: Summer has moved past. The swish of a deep green skirt made of rain and flowers. Sky-blue eyes.
An after-image.
Mysterious Autumn: now. Hiding, behind a Goth lace fan, eyes the color of pumpkins.
The air is cool. Cicadas. The greenery is still fresh, strong. Flowers in bloom.
But a change in the quality of light, perhaps. Longer rays. A slant more pronounced. I have seen Orion, low in the night sky. Risen, again.
Here and there leaves have fallen. Hints.
The windows are still open. Music slipping quietly out while cool air slips in. The evening sky is a deep, dusty lavender.
I'm a bit dizzy...in need of a light meal, and a tall glass of water. Thinking of the passage of time and the balancing of hours.
Equinox.
Posted by John at September 23, 2003 07:43 PM
Comments
I love this entry. I keep coming back to it, bookmark.
It is so beautiful, so well written.
Posted by: johnna at November 7, 2003 01:46 AM
Thanks Johnna. I love Autumn -- though now the warmth is lifting away rapidly and things here are dipping into frost and snowflake territory...
I'm glad you enjoyed the entry; and thanks very much for the comment.
--- John
Posted by: John at November 7, 2003 02:55 PM