Love Songs At Twilight

I guess love is wasted on the young. Lust is definitely given too much weight. When you get to this last season — the winter season — love takes on a meaning that goes beyond thrill or volume. Love is a necessity to fill up one’s heart with peace and the quiet pleasure of twilight. My husband finds me laughing at his foibles.
I find him shaking his head at my lack of logic. The music of our
life plays underneath giving form to every snowflake that falls around us. The Winter could chill us but for the slow heat of our


About christineemmert

Words have been part of my life. First the spoken word in my time as an actress and increasingly the written word in my shift to writer. I write across the genres, but mostly as a playwright and poet. My interest as my life extends is in the realm of tethering myth to the mundane reality where I live. In this vein I have expanded into stories and novels. Presently I look at how myths taken from past cultures can affect us today. Hence my novella of Lilith which is out on Kindle . I live in the Eastern Woodlands where I try to incorporate nature into my many writing projects. We are so in danger of losing that link to our very planet!
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