Tag Archives: September Song

Back to Hard Ground

Trees are shedding their summer hair.What a tiny comb was used for grooming –tufts pile on the sidewalk, bright and seething. Where were we when we lost our crickets?Softly, softly they left us without a sound,dark-ness falls hard on hard … Continue reading

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With barely a whisper, the cicadas

With barely a whisper the cicadasbid adieu and disappear  last week, we were drowning in tomatoesfringing with scissors the basilstirred by their rising symphony like rowdy children they were heard but not seenthe electric body, the buzz on the ear’s horizon … Continue reading

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Games of Shadow and Being

I am sitting deep in a garden after the sun has moved on; surrounded by trees thick with leaves, I feel like I’m in a well of grass.  The atmosphere is swimming with filtered light, blue green, yellow green.  The … Continue reading

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The fate of September Song

It’s one of those sparkling September days.  The sky soars, saturated with rare blue.  The glinting particles in the atmosphere catch light and shimmer – you might imagine you’re by the Mediterranean.  A specific event in history might have upended … Continue reading

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September Song

September is a siren if there ever was one.   She is alluring, at once promising beginnings, promising fulfillment and signalling ends. She is the year in her ninth month.   As for beginnings, she gives birth to a new stage of … Continue reading

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