The melody of autumn is played on muted strings, A symphony of wind and trees, the song September sings. The rhythm of the autumn rain is somnolent and slow; From softened skies, a lullaby in summer’s afterglow. –Blanche Day Manos September is that, isn’t it…summer’s afterglow? Each spring, leaves, flowers, grass are bursting with new […]
Aug 5, 2016
A Morning Reflection
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The quiet of early morning, before the day actually begins its routine of busy-ness, lends itself to reflection. I hear the train whistle downtown and wonder how many generations have heard it and what their lives were like. Did they sit at the breakfast table with a cup of steaming coffee, as I am sitting […]
