So into the woods you go again,You have to every now and then.Into the woods, no telling when,Be ready for...
Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose.For whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed.William Shakespeare And yes this...
Each morning brings a hidden blessing; a blessing which is unique to that day, and which cannot be kept or...
The spirit-world around this world of senseFloats like an atmosphere, and everywhereWafts through these earthly mists and vapours denseA vital...
November comesAnd November goes,With the last red berriesAnd the first white snows. With night coming early,And dawn coming late,And ice...
“How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.”~ John Burroughs
As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I...
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