Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
~Stanley Horowitz
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face.
~John Donne
Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.
~Carol Bishop Hipps
It occurred to me that I ought to document the actual sighting of the coinage, lest one think that I am merely recycling the same coin month/month.
Um... I suppose only YOU would think people would be thinking THOUGHTS about your coins and if you were fake collecting them. ::snicker::
ReplyDeleteI suppose Ms. Bishop Hipps might indeed believe that all other seasons merely offer miseries, with a name like that... It would tend to make one a bit cranky with life's other burdens...
Sure you caught this this week:
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by Ellen Bass
to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.
oh, that's stunning. Thanks for posting it.
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