Monday, October 20, 2008
If I talk about it...
it will become too real.
With that reality comes the commitment.
I'm still prayerfully considering,
but I thought I'd give YOU a hint.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Til all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to the earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.
by Elsie N. Brady