There is something about September.

The crisp morning air, the hint of gold in the tops of the trees, the promise of... of what? What is it about this time of year that stirs within me more emotion than I can always welcome?

Being a writer and a poet, and one who appreciates creativity of all sorts, you would think I would never shy away from emotion, deep feelings, passion.

I have, however, had a hard summer, a fatiguing summer, one in which my health has been in extreme jeopardy on several occasions. As a rule, summers bore me. I like to wait inside a comfortably air conditioned building for them to pass. This summer I experienced anything but boredom.

Maybe that's why I'm not ready for fall yet. Normally, I am more than ready, almost overly eager for the first leaves to fall, that first wind to blow, and the first morning chill. Normally, I welcome the feelings that stir within me as this time of year unfolds. Normally... what a strange word. About as useless as average.

Actually, I suppose there are scenarios where you can come up with real averages, but normal? Hardly.

I know, I'm rambling. Forgive me, please. I really do have something wonderful to tell you about this week.

I had wanted to wait until it was closer to the holidays. But, oh well, there is just something in the air.

What I want to make you aware of would make a great Christmas present, but I have realized it would make an equally touching anniversary, wedding or special occasion gift for the right someones.

Waldman House Press has just released “Older Love.” This almost unbelievably beautiful book stirs within me the kind of emotion that September, October and November always deliver.

Like that first red or gold leaf that lazily flutters downward and falls at your feet each year, the cover alone speaks volumes. Of course not everyone will understand that analogy — only those to whom leaves speak. I refuse to tell you what the leaves say to me, or what I see on the cover of this book. You should check it out for yourself.

I will remind you, however, that you should never judge a book, not this book, not any book, by its cover. Because, too often a quick glance at something or someone can never reveal the wealth that waits to be unveiled below the surface.

And so it is with “Older Love.” The cover grabs us, but it is what happens under the cover that hold us. Forever, perhaps, if we are lucky.

As I quote from “Older Love” read slowly, deliberately, thinking of someone special.

“Young love is magic!

Bright!

Electric!

Lightning! Sparks! And Fire!

Burning with new passion

and the hot flame of desire.

But when that fire grows quiet,

there remains the radiance of

a romance that goes on growing

in the glow of older love.

Older love has magic too,

and myth, and mystery,

as two souls become one spirit,

with one heart, one history.

It's the miracle that turns

a common promise into gold.

The lyrical duet of

two new lovers

growing old....

...There's a nice

familiar comfort

in a love that isn't new,

that has had some

bumps and bruises,

and been scuffed a time or two.

It's a love you can relax in.

It is casual and loose,

with that soft and supple fit

of years of loving use...”

Get the picture? Of course you don't unless you could have written the book yourself. Whether your love is new or old, or old but ever new, this book is probably for you or someone you love. Check it out soon.

Though it has the design of a coffee table, it belongs on a bedside table.

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