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.