An Aphorism on the End of Summer

That sweet sadness one feels at the end of summer, as shadows lengthen and yellow leaves fall on the deck chairs:  it is entirely offset by the sweet smell of the first September fire.

About Jon

Keyboard artist, sacred musician, teacher, writer, working in New York City and State. Many interests include music theory and history, literature, astronomy, genealogy, philosophy and theology, gardening, and good food.
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