October
Changing winds tousling trees, leaves that jump and run the streets, pumkins and spice and football and Keats, blazing sun–90 degrees.
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On a February Day
Spring Time loves the South and cannot stay away. He notes how winter hesitates before the hills that rise gently into mountains, garbed deciduously grey, where branches made to be adorned—by leaves or snowflakes one— In breezes neither warm nor cold, can only sadly sway. As winter frets to stain her white, majestic dress on […]
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I like to take the long way home, The road that strays among the hills And wanders in and out among the trees. I like to feel that southern breeze. Its gentle touch and simple thrills Invite my car and me to roam. The sunlight scatters through the air To settle on the maple limbs […]
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