Poems about September - by Maya C. Popa
Dear Friends,
The months inspire their own sort of synesthesia, don’t they? I can feel, taste, see, in flashes of associations, each one, its distinctive personality, color, shape. Still, September carries a particular presence. Wallace Stegner spoke of that “old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obli…
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Filiberto Hargett
Update: 2024-12-02