You feel a lot like summer. Things are still green and hot here, though in the 80s rather than 90s, and the evenings and mornings are cooler. A few leaves are starting to turn, but not many near me. Days like this are still to come . . .
It’s been years since I’ve been to Sunapee in the fall–David was the helpful one for closing-up tasks–but I have many great memories.
Although the leaves here on the Front Range aren’t doing much yet, the sunset last night looked like a river of gold coming down from the heavens.
And tonight a full moon was rising just as fireworks were going off about a hundred yards from my deck.
Even the grocery store is sporting fall color.
September has other things going for it, too, like picture day for the boys.
Plus new classes and loads of poetry events. One of my poems finally placed first, this one for a poem in a specific form in the Columbine Poets of Colorado annual contest. Woohoo! Almost as good as a gold star! 😉 Mine is a concrete poem (what used to be called a shaped poem). If you’d like to read it, click on the title: Pears.
So while I wait for a bit more of this . . .
I’m savoring time with dear ones, unexpected beauty, happy surprises, and as always, God’s grace and peace. I hope you are too!
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I can see why your poem took first place. Such a beautiful weaving of words evoking beauty amid the sorrow. I love it.
Thank you so much, Bonnie.
Sunny – this is a beautiful post. I read your poem 3 times, and still can’t find words to explain how it has touched me. Harry&David boxed pears will from here on out forever evoke profound pause. Love to you.
Thank you, Sarah. They will forever remind me of David. Love to you both!
Beautiful, Sunny. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you, Jane!
Stunning photography ~ my favorite season! I too enjoyed the harvest moon rising while watching the high schoolers play football at Rocky and then the bonus of fire works not too far in the distance. (I guessed it was in your neighborhood.)
Heart piercing poetry ~ I had to pause for a moment before carrying on.
Glad you got to enjoy both the moon and the fireworks! Thank you for spending time with my poem. I write for many reasons, but certainly to connect with others. I do think there’s value in feeling each others’ pain: increased compassion, the strengthening of community, and more. Thank you for the gift you gave me by hearing my heartache.
Your talents, whether metaphorizing (yes it’s a real word as it was just created) a pear or sharing your pictures, never cease to amaze me. Thanks so much for for sharing your endless love for David – truly one of the best.
You’ve got that right! Thanks so much for your kind words and for being one of his and my favorite people.