October 28, 2014
As October fades and Earth rests, stillness blooms. Where once wound a secret path through towering
sunflowers, spattered with chattering birdsong,
now sits quiet stubble.
Where once bloomed vivacious zinnias,
always a hub of activity,
now sits a bland woodpile.
The farm shrinks as the colorful summer layers fall away,
and I wonder what will I photograph during the next few months?
Although there is a quiet beauty to the muted tones,
will it be enough?
The realization I may have to write more and photograph less is unsettling. The slush pile has finally spoken.
I have received my first rejection letter, and my voice feels a bit shaky. I knew this was bound to happen,
but hoped I would be the exception to the rule- ‘blogging wonder discovered overnight’!
Though the road be long, I shall not give up for I feel children’s joy waiting to be expressed, through the
reading of my words, and this to me is one of life’s greatest gifts.
So, I depend on you, dear friends, for immediate gratification of my creative endeavors. I thank you for
being such an encouraging bunch and…