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The summerdays
were never too warm,
I was left cold inside still.
And here comes September,
he has caught me
without enough logs
for the fireplace.

crystal face I kiss
tongue tastes like sweet cold rain
I fall into pond

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by peterpaulino

slightly rueful, but playful too. And true. I'm usuall spectacularly unprepared for winter too. It creeps up on you, catches you unawares. I always find myself thinking London's cold. ... then I go back to Ireland and I'm sorely disabused of that illusion. I spend half my time shivering like a wet cat and my family tell me I've gone soft... Thanks for reminding me. almost missed this, but glad I didn't.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: September 21, 2006 )

Unexpectedly Rueful
I'm stealing the apt descriptor "rueful" from AMG, because it's, well, apt. I'm not accustomed to finding this mood in your work, but it works.

Transitioning from one season to another with a still-broken heart.

( Posted by: viper9 [Member] On: September 26, 2006 )

Oh, yes. Shannon and Viper... the truth is, I don't have Autumn here in the Philippines... only here in my heart. :'-(

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: September 26, 2006 )

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