They grow around the homes of all the land Silent music! Daffodils, roses that stand Like pink sweet girls–music to see The growing of beautiful
Bright skies. Crunchy and colorful leaves. Open windows. Happy Fall Day.
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a
Who works here, on the river, and where does the river take them? Is there someone waiting for them to return? This picture is only