Every Summer
Every summer in mid-August, it happens. I feel out of sorts. I feel out of touch and disconnected. I feel a sense of loss. This doesn’t happen with the other seasons, just summer. What is it about summer? Is it…
A Poem Welcoming Fall
By Katy Hello Cooler Nights, Goodbye Longer Days Hello Leaves, Goodbye Sand Hello Sneakers, Goodbye Flip flops Hello Jackets, Goodbye Bathing Suits Hello Orange & Yellow, Goodbye Blue & White Hello Pencils, Goodbye Sand Toys Hello Apples,…
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