1. What Child is this who, laid to rest On Mary’s lap is sleeping? Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping?
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
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no; it is an ever-fixed mark, that