Come, Little Leavesby George Cooper “Come, little leaves,” said the wind one day,“Come o'er the meadows with me and play;Put on your dresses of red and gold,For summer is gone and the days grow cold.” Soon as the leaves heard the wind’s loud call,Down they came fluttering, one and all;Over the brown fields they danced... Continue Reading →
The Smell of Fall
Fall has a smell. I smell it every year and every year I struggle to describe it. Saturday mornings are cool with just a bit of a chill in the air. The air smells clean and smells like change. Sometimes if I’m quiet and still, I can almost put the right words to it. Fall... Continue Reading →
My Mosaic Life 