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Autumn approaches/Free Promo Sunday

Okay, I know it’s officially here already, but summer is just starting to slide into autumn here in Nova Scotia. At present my garden is still a riot of sweet peas, brown-eyed Susans and dahlias, and we’re reveling in tomatoes, but the leaves are starting to turn and the nights are growing cooler. We can’t be far from frost. I’d like to be posting pictures, but unfortunately we don’t have a functional camera right now,so you’ll have to use your imagination.

Autumn always makes my thoughts turn to poetry. I think it’s the combination of the dramatic colors and the bareness that follows as the year draws to a close. In the spirit of the season, here’s a verse from my favorite seasonal poem by Shelley. I fell in love with this one in elementary school.

O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being
Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes! O thou 5
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

Her clarion o’er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill;

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, O hear!

And I love the very last line: If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

I’ve been plowing ahead on McShannon’s Heart. I’ve set myself a goal of having the first draft completed by the end of November if possible. I’ll start posting excerpts soon. Stay tuned! And finally…

It’s Free Promo Sunday again! Post your 100 word excerpt as a comment. It’s been slow lately and I’d love to have more authors telling the world about their work.

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