August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”
~ Sylvia Plath
Days shorten, leaching lingering heat from warm stones.
Sunlight, tired from its long, hot work,
Lies down, fat and sleepy, yearning to hibernate.
Trees shed their shimmering emerald mantle
Donning rich russets and amber.
Autumn waits patiently to emerge,
While summer searches
For her last pieces of gold
At the end of a rainbow.
Thin spiral notebook 
Donning rich russets and amber.
Autumn waits patiently to emerge,
= love
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Such a lovely study of Silvia Plath’s line, this dallying in between. So good, Tara!
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I LOVED this. It is is beautiful and quiet and warm and sincere. One of my favorite things I’ve read in a while.
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I never thought of his time of year as an in-between time, but it does seem to fit!
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This is beautiful. I like how Autumn is waiting for Summer to leave, and Summer seems to be saying, “wait…just one more thing…”
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Nice description of the “end-between” time…
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How beautiful. Simply lovely.
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Beautifully realized, Tara, but that first line made my heart skip a beat! That is an awesome line of description! I can feel that warmth leaching from those stones. Lovely!
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This is such a visually stunning piece Tara. Love!
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nice!
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