Summer’s End

The blue jays are leaving the garden. They had their all summer long party here, and now have taken off. I will miss them, but I know the snow birds are coming in a few months when the lights are dimmed in the sky and we have to close our open welcoming windows. My writing and moods will change with the diminution of summer. I am already
finding I wear a shawl of melancholy. I start to think of Dante now….a man without a home who had to recreate an eternal version of Florence for himself in his writing and a Beatrice who not only noticed his glances, but helped to direct them.


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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