Adieu to the Tomato

You know summer is coming to an end when the tomato shakes the vine, red and juicy. The roses are gone, the grapes are losing their green leaves. But the tomato is still ripe with wonder
that it is flourishing. It won’t last.

I am almost weary of this summer, although it’s been good to me in my theatre world. Not so good in my publishing world. I long to
go into my winter writing with some thought that what I do write is read and appreciated. BUT my book has languished. I need to
harden my heart against the cold months with an armor of truths about how petrifying life can be. Then I can dissolve into the
fertility of next spring.


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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