The curtain falls on the seasonLights dim, warmth fadesThe apples have been pickedAged bees on drooping flowers sleepA rhapsody of rain rounded upOctober’s leaves, many still greenIn the soughing of the wind, I heara prayer – might roses be abloom a little longerCould time be still? And linger?Across the skies, the honking of geese echo […]

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