Suddenly summer's work is over, and whatever trials there were are done with. My heart is light. No, I cannot lift wings and ride the air currents, and take perilous exciting journeys as the birds do. But I am standing in a new-minted world, summer folded away like a rose pressed in a book. I am a small piece of the universe, but I can step toward the new season knowing that the world begins all over again every morning.Gladys Taber
Stillmeadow Sampler
