Personal blog of christian
writer & fallible mom
Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri
Katy is represented by
Greg Johnson at
WordServe Literary
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LateBoomer.net
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Recent Posts
- Try
- Becoming Brenda Starr
- Off Beat
- Scattered
- That’s It
- So I’ve Finally Signed With An Agent. Now What?
- The Spoon
- Sciatica
- Sweetheart
- A Woman’s Train of Thought Has No Caboose
- However much we own, we are all still living on borrowed time
- After all, when restaurants shrink portions, they don’t shrink prices.
- As with everything in life, balance is key.
- Slow down, you move too fast…
- Yeah, I know. I have issues.
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The year draws to a dreary end. It's late November by the day's look and feel. At any moment, the bitter rain will give way to an early snow, and the harvest moon to a cold winter's sun.We speed down the road, you and I, and lose sight of where we are and when we live. We move through time without a pendulum, barely catching the flickering whispers whirring by through the glass, darkly.
It is Autumn, isn't it?
Before our eyes, gowns of gossamer green are pulled over outstretched brown limbs, covering their spindly nakedness. The undressed seem more embarassed by it than they were even yesterday, and furtively scan the ground for spare fig leaves.
A few old rusted leaves mourn in the afternoon gray, ashamed to have overstayed their visit until Spring, but too set in their ways to fall gracefully now.
It is not Autumn, though our very bones are chilled. It is Spring.
The past still hangs heavy in the air, and yet what's to come is already upon us.
Posted by Katy on 04/02/03 at 02:53 AM
Fallible Comments...
- beautiful. wondrously so.
-----Posted by annie on 04/07/03 at 03:23 PM - I miss my Annie girl! But I am reading your writing, and loving it.
Posted by katy on 04/10/03 at 11:25 PM
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