GLIMPSES OF LIFE AT WORLDS END FARM.
Into the coppery halls of beech and intricate oak to be close to the trees as they whisper together let fall their leaves, and we die for the winter.
Excellent poem. Also this time of year is my jam. Outside again this morning watching the leaves fall all about. Just a delight. Happy New Week!
If you look close you can see next year's leaves getting ready! I like this.
Thank you, Sandra. I have not read this before it is beautiful and rings true.Take Care,Kaye
Winter. It is coming and I am thinking about it.
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Excellent poem. Also this time of year is my jam. Outside again this morning watching the leaves fall all about. Just a delight. Happy New Week!
If you look close you can see next year's leaves getting ready! I like this.
Thank you, Sandra. I have not read this before it is beautiful and rings true.
Take Care,
Kaye
Winter. It is coming and I am thinking about it.
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