Paper Poetry’s September Prompt
Love in Difficult Times
When love and hope is all we have
“It’s again the time of the year
When the air gets crisp and cold
the earth painted in gold
as the beautiful ‘ber’ months unfold.”
‘Ber’ months sure have a charm in themselves. Charm enough to drag me out of my self-imposed exile and embrace life, once more. ❤️ The onset of autumn stirs the tender senses, doesn't it, my dear kindred spirits?
Welcome September and a warmest hello my dear Paper Poets,
How are you all doing? I have missed you all for months. I was away battling a few demons while our dearest Carolyn Hastings was single-handedly managing everything so gracefully and elegantly. A one-woman army indeed!
She sure is the epitome of “Respect”.
Respect, yes, is one of the virtues often taken for granted.
Respect is one of the first virtues to be blown into pieces when things start going south. A virtue as thin as a membrane yet strong as iron.
Respect is neither malleable nor ductile, resilient ..?? don’t know, to each their own.
