THE EARTH AS SHE GOES TO SLEEP (A Quadrille)

  When the trees are bare and leaves carpet the ground when the sun dims and cold grips your hand when the wind whistles and birdwings flap away don’t mourn nor drift about like a piteous sigh wait patiently I’ll wake up, by and by. ~~~ Whimsygizmo wants the Pub Habitues to use “Leaves” forContinue reading “THE EARTH AS SHE GOES TO SLEEP (A Quadrille)”