by Carol L. Riser
“When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold; 22 more words
For the last few weeks I have whined and wailed about my misfortunes, so why change the habits of a lifetime. However, while the sun peeps through and the howling gale now a pleasant breeze; I can sweep the leaves and tidy the garden and take pleasure from these drawings done earlier as the aforementioned sun struggled over the chimney pots.
We will look just autumn leaves on the tree, but the fall of the landscape had also spread to the feet. via Tumblr http://ift.tt/1MWarKP