Wednesday, October 26, 2011

All the Autumn's Joys ~ October Sunrise ~


The fields are harvested and bare,
And Winter whistles through the square.
October dresses in flame and gold 
Like a woman afraid of growing old.

~Anne Mary Lawler~
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