Sep 4, 2008

Fall's Fingers

This morning I awoke to the fingers of autumn pulling back the veil of a humid Georgia summer. It was a thick veil. One you'd see on a bride full of shame or sadness who wished to remain hidden. But the groom, beautiful Fall, forgives her oppressive stinginess and blaring judgments and begs to slowly open the veil a bit more. She gives in. And Fall, in all his soft loveliness, cools the harsh rigidness of Summer's days and not only forgives but forgets.

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