Tuesday, September 22, 2020

September 2020

 September 2020


Up north exists a panorama dipped

in the gold of coins, the orange

of sunsets, and the crimson

of royalty. Shafts of sunshine

burnish the maples and oaks,

accent the aspens. But these

vibrant stands remain powerless

before the receding light.

Bequeath, instead, memories

of change and charm to help us

navigate the dark days ahead.


So, too, with Ruth Bader Ginsburg.



Marilyn Aschoff Mellor


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