The leaves are falling;
falling in love with the ground.
- Andrea Gibson
I had my existence. I was there.
Me in place and the place in me.
- Seamus Heaney
I had my existence. I was there.
Me in place and the place in me.
- Seamus Heaney
Seasons change. Autumn tiptoes away from summer. Never a shoving, crimson flows into leaves with flickers of yellow. As green releases, replacements of magenta and gold brighten the sky and landscape.
The time arrives to harvest feelings and ideas.
What would you like to change in your writing with the new season?
Write into the heart of ideas.
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