This poem is courtesy of our friends at Elkinte.com
Soon comes the eve whose dawn shall be autumn
Where the woodland sheds all, to be raked and forgotten
With damp leaf puddles on each road and lawn
(Shared from our sister site Elkinite.com)
The clouds have returnedMaking things feel more normal, somehowA treason to harsher windsMilder skies now brew with beautyFor this afternoon, anyhowCrafted vapor...