Expressing Gratitude
Feeling Gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it. ~ William Arthur Ward
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Awed by Autumn
Every poet sings of Spring, But I am awed by Autumn. Leaves dance, swirling, flashing To tunes carried on cool crisp air. Brittle bursts of fiery red and gold Forstall the sleep of snowy blankets, And the year holds its bated breath. Nostalgia nods its invisible head. Memories mull in the mind like cider. Reflections…