Thursday, September 20, 2012

Seasons and Sentiments

  
"Seigneurs, c’était le temps où la douce saison d’été s’achève et où l’hiver revient." 
- Le Roman de Renart, Le Vol des Poissons


autumn is a season without a name. less a season more a sensation. of sureness in change.
the wind moves more subtly, more fluidly through the willows outside my window.
the sun shines a bit more harshly,
cutting slightly the crisp edges of morning.
this is the name of fall.
these sentiments in my head. of life creeping forward into another movement of text, another measure of life. into the harsher. the subtlety of harshness. the fullness of development.
the ending and the beginning
are beginning to appear.



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