Many stories herein are subject to the faulty, and sometimes creative, memory of the blog owner and should not be taken as factual, although the names and events are real! Kind of.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

November Night
by Adelaide Crapsey
 (Lovely words, Unfortunate name)

Listen. .

 With faint dry sound,

 Like steps of passing ghosts,

The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees

 And fall.

1 comment:

carol said...

pretty leaves, ours are pretty much gone.

One Last Thought.......

Pleasant words are a honeycomb;
sweet to the soul and healing to the body.
Proverbs 16: