Seasonal Junction
and the smell of chlorine alternate
with the smack of a kicked soccer ball
and the prairie-wheat fragrance of grass
on a breeze that blows summer-to-fall
like the warm-to-cool currents that pass
over swimmers in blue summer lakes
— © 2004 by Violet Nesdoly (published in Calendar)
We are rapidly approaching the season that doesn't know whether it is summer or fall. The Labor Day weekend, coming up, joins the two together. We got home from holidays yesterday so I'm still in summer mode, though the air feels distinctly like fall and the calendar reiterates its nearness.
Here's hoping the new season brings us all new ideas of how to navigate the uncharted writing and publishing seas, along with courage and success.
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3 comments:
Thank you for sharing your delightful poem and seasonal ponderings, Violet.
(Great snapshot, too!)
I trust you had a restful and blessed vacation.
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Thank you Peter. Yes, the holiday was too good. It's hard to get back up on the horse, so to speak.
I bought it an can hardly wait to read it!
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