A Taste of David Wheitner’s “At Season’s Playful Edges”

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David Wheitner’s
“At Season’s Playful Edges”

 

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Fall’s cool, breezy greeting dances flowingly, blowingly over my lips
Carrying away one breath just as it brings another.

The autumnal equinox signals the bountiful harvest
In all its vibrant colors, its juicy flavors, its sensual textures.

The anticipation of ginger, nutmeg, and cinnamon,

The warm spices of fall and winter, tingles my tongue.

Day and night meet as equals.

Light and dark blend playfully at their edges,

Creating a perfect harmonious balance like two kindred souls

Laughingly converging on a sultry late summer’s eve.

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