herecomestherain
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Lovely writing Liar.
I read and loved this recently from the opening passage of Peyton Place by Grace Metalious...
"Indian summer is like a woman. Ripe, hotly passionate, but fickle, she comes and goes as she pleases so that one is never sure whether she will come at all, nor for how long she will stay.----
One year, early in October, Indian summer came to a town called Peyton Place. Like a laughing, lovely woman Indian summer came and spread herself over the countryside and made everything hurtfully beautiful."
A few weeks ago at the onset of the first Springlike day down here in the Southern Hemisphere I was compelled to write;
Pale Flowers
In damp
Antipodean gardens
Dark loamy soils chastely await
Spring's warming kiss
As Winter wheezes
His last icy breaths
Jealous and regretful
Reluctant to relinquish
Jasmine and Daphne,
To the loving embrace of the Sun
Wishing you a mild winter wherever you are.
I read and loved this recently from the opening passage of Peyton Place by Grace Metalious...
"Indian summer is like a woman. Ripe, hotly passionate, but fickle, she comes and goes as she pleases so that one is never sure whether she will come at all, nor for how long she will stay.----
One year, early in October, Indian summer came to a town called Peyton Place. Like a laughing, lovely woman Indian summer came and spread herself over the countryside and made everything hurtfully beautiful."
A few weeks ago at the onset of the first Springlike day down here in the Southern Hemisphere I was compelled to write;
Pale Flowers
In damp
Antipodean gardens
Dark loamy soils chastely await
Spring's warming kiss
As Winter wheezes
His last icy breaths
Jealous and regretful
Reluctant to relinquish
Jasmine and Daphne,
To the loving embrace of the Sun
Wishing you a mild winter wherever you are.
