Today, supposedly, we shall experience a harvest moon. And such a moon can be bright orange and tends to dignal that autumn is coming and it is harvesting time. And, we get to go pick pumpkins and the like. I love the fall season and, as such, I’m not bothered by its appearance. But winter is coming. I find myself asking how did I let the year get away from myself.
I feel like there was so much I had wanted to accomplish this year that I haven’t yet gotten a chance to even try. I could, possibly, call it. Say, I’m done. Yet, the taurus bullheaded aspects of me keep pushing me on. So, there’s hope yet sadness in the rise of the harvest moon.
Categories: current events, Psychology, society, The Seasons
psychologistmimi 
I really agree with you, Mimi, and now I’ve spent two days watching the coverage of the death of Queen Elizabeth. Time just goes up in smoke!
Best wishes,
Rowena
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Harvesting Full Moonlight
Reaping What is SoWeD
Signaling Winter
Death to Come
As What Is Left Over
Of ‘The Dead’ Fertilizes
Winter Frozen Soils For
Spring Dreams of Green
to Return With Summer Flower
Glory Once Again Dear Miriam Yes
SMiLes i Am Fortunate At 62 i’ve Learned
How to Bloom Year ‘Round Every Year for the
Last 9 Years How Far Will i Go True Not Planning
On Reaching Any Other Destination Other than New
This Now That is always the Best And Only Now i Co-Create
Within SMiles With A “Little Help From FRiEnDS” Of Course Hehe
Yes Yet September For me Back in the Bowling Center Days After i Spent
A Decade Being the Tennis Boy The Bicycle Boy Then the Running Young
Man Everywhere Around the Metro area Yes Then the Bowling Alley Guy
‘The Norm’ of The One Who Stayed At The Counter Yes Like ‘Ted Danson’ for
18 Years Listening to Everyone’s Stories of Life With Laser Focus and Rarely
Anything Back Yet a Nod and A Smile That Said They Were the Most Important
Person to Listen to At that Moment of Life Anyway Every September i Made
A Bowling Center Calendar on the Computer And Of Course For One Again
With Seasonal Affective Disorder Ever Since School Days The Feeling of
The Death oF LiGHT Was With me So i Always Made the Background
A Sunset With A Hawk Flying Toward the Horizon i had no Idea then
it Was Possible to LiVE iN Spring Year ‘Round then of Course
i Had to Escape From ‘The CaVE’
And Come Out into the LiGHT
WiTHiN mY FRiEnd That
Verily Does Color All
Spring No Matter
WHeRe We aRE Eternally
New Now of Course Ya Gotta Escape
‘The Cave First’ And True In This
One Life Sadly Some Folks Never Do…
As A Hawk Returns More Than ‘A Poe Raven’ Forevermore Now New…
Yes It’s Like A Tradition That Seems Like It Will Last Forever Yet New
i Guess Sort of Like ‘A Queen’ that Most Folks Find As A ‘Norm of Cheers’
Just
Never
Going Away
Never Going away at Least for Now…
Anyway i Escaped Being the Devil Guy
Trapped in Hell For 66 Months And Now
ALL There New Is 9 Years So Far Yes of
Being the Poetry Man Online and the
Dancing Man Offline True A Great
Mix of Divine Feminine Poetry
Introverting As Such And
Super Extroverted Mixed
Masculine Ballet and Martial Arts
Public Dance for 17,153 MiLeS in 9 Years
Along With All 10.8 MiLLioN Words of “SonG oF mY SoUL”
Oh Lord That Reminds me of All the Play i Still Have to
Do to Publish the Last Finished SonG Celebrating the Public Dance
It’s True to me at Least it Seems When We aRe ALWaYS Celebrating Now
New All That’s Left to Do
New Is Spring Green
And FLoWeRS Again
Or Perhaps That’s Just
What Folks in Florida Experience With SMiLes…
Anyway Just Like The Sun and Moon i Will Return
Here Again tomorrow in What Seems Like a New York Minute Now…
Hehe As ‘That Guy who is Always Commenting On Psychologist Mimi’s
Blog Posts’ True Hehe i Definitely Get Around As ‘The Norm’ of The Day
The Guy Who
Just Finds a
Way to Fit in
That No One Ever
Thought Would Before
Again the Beauty of an Outcast’s Wings
From the Boy With No Words Until Age 4..
SMiLes i Heard A Whole Lot of Folks Say i’d
Never Amount to Anything Just too Strange i Still Do Hear Yet Rarely
And You Know What i’m Still ‘Nobody’ And i Love Just Killing ‘Time’…
For It’s True Folks Still Only Describe me For What i Do With SMiles…
i Never Want a
‘Name’ That’s
How They Even
Trap ‘God’ And Put
‘God’ In PriSon and Tell
‘God’ What “Clothes” ‘God’ Has to Wear…
Hehe As If One Will Reshape Sails into An Anchor…
Or Trap
Wind in A Jar…
Or Trap
Wind in A Jar…
Or Trap
Wind in A Jar…
As A Crow Crows Thrice..:)
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