Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Nothing Gold Can Stay
September with all of its changes has come to an end. I can't believe how quickly this month has passed. When I started the blog, I had also just started teaching at my lovely little school. I had just started my new classes at St. Kate's.
I am now in the routine of all three and enjoying them more and more. I knew that I would enjoy learning, but I didn't expect to enjoy teaching quite as much as I do. I think it's the students that make work feel like play. I also didn't expect to enjoy blogging as much as I do.
I have had several requests to continue my blog somewhere so I think I will. It always catches me by surprise that someone else wants to read my ramblings and finds amusement, interest or encouragement in them. That's nice. If you care to be a part of the next phase readership, drop me a note and I'll let you know where I can be found.
Until then, it's been fun. Thanks, Kent, for the opportunity.
The wind is whistling beyond the sash.
The leaves are floating beyond my grasp.
My toes are cold.
My bones feel old.
Golden summer is gone, at last.
Bye for now!
Happy Tuesday!
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Friday, September 12, 2008
Autumn Eve
I love autumn. Not quite as much as I love winter, but I do love autumn.
Sharp morning shadows dividing light and dark with crisp lines.
Drops of golden promise dripping into crunchy piles beneath my feet as I walk under the trees.
Clean smelling air depleted, at last, of summer's humidity.
Autumn eves are the best, though.
Time to curl under the blanket and read a book.
Walking with a canopy of stars before it's too late to be out alone.
Windows open wide sharing the bounty of baking and cooking.
But only for a while.
Then it's necessary to close the windows and the door.
Unwittingly, we fall into the season of introspection.
One season becomes another.
Carefully consider the lessons learned by the summer sun
as the autumn eve causes the door to close before
winter blankets me, holding me closely to make me rest.
To everything, there is a season.
Questions, comments, concerns? Please feel free to E-mail!
Sharp morning shadows dividing light and dark with crisp lines.
Drops of golden promise dripping into crunchy piles beneath my feet as I walk under the trees.
Clean smelling air depleted, at last, of summer's humidity.
Autumn eves are the best, though.
Time to curl under the blanket and read a book.
Walking with a canopy of stars before it's too late to be out alone.
Windows open wide sharing the bounty of baking and cooking.
But only for a while.
Then it's necessary to close the windows and the door.
Unwittingly, we fall into the season of introspection.
One season becomes another.
Carefully consider the lessons learned by the summer sun
as the autumn eve causes the door to close before
winter blankets me, holding me closely to make me rest.
To everything, there is a season.
Questions, comments, concerns? Please feel free to E-mail!
