it is too early September 5, 2012 / joanna / 11 Comments for sad winter metaphors. september holds a hard enough leaving in her crumpled fist: dry and caustic and eager to flame. like tracing flowers in bleach, like soaking cattails in gasoline. share this with your world:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...