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
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