Peggy Toney Horton:
West Virginia, USA
American journalist, author and blogger.
Whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, I shall recall the memory of warm, sunny, late summer afternoons like this one, and be comforted greatly.
What could be more exciting than an October day? It’s your birthday, Fourth of July, and Christmas all rolled into one.
This is October for me. Withdrawing into my own world, blocking out everything except the beauty of the season, my reflections, and my relationship with God, I find that this is enough to sustain me through the long cold winter, and beyond.
Ah, lovely October, as you usher in the season that awakens my soul, your awesome beauty compels my spirit to soar like a leaf caught in an autumn breeze and my heart to sing like a heavenly choir.
My beloved October has returned—with its brilliant colors, cool temperatures, and sunny, cloudless, azure skies, and I must enjoy it before it escapes for another year.
Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul, but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.
As the alluring song of September begins to whisper in my ear, my passionate spirit yearns for the splendor of its promise.
