Late fall’s crisp air blows across my terraceChilly through my sweatshirtOur summer annuals have gone scraggyBut still hang onMice in the planters are deep in their holesThe cat patiently waits for some signWinter is around the cornerSoon the fresh snowAnd… Continue Reading →
When I am goneOrchids will still bloomThe moon bright will still rise in clear dark skiesFoxes will still glide smiling through the woodsWinds will still blow amongst the trees and grassesThunder will still rollRain will still fallWaves will still dance… Continue Reading →
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