A continuation of my previous post. I would like to share an extract from a recent piece I wrote which, although complete in its mood, doesn’t feel together in the way intended, due to the current seasonal disconnect. I like this stanza- enjoy.
I am caught in a strange half-season, neither Summer nor Fall: Not quite the surge of swirling warmth or lingering, piercing chill.
I’ve heard many talk of the balance in this mingling of seasons, though this September has been anything but-
More muted imbalance than a swelling symphony of two.