Golden leaves are falling
From treetops high;
Swirling, twirling, whirling
Pass the window by.
Autumn breeze is calling
Gently across the sky;
Blowing, flowing, going
A whispering sigh.
—Jacquelyn (Fisher) Van Sant
14 October 2011
Autumn Reflection
Reading Time: < 1 minuteSteller Silence by Fariborz Lachini