The Sower
Fran Horner2014-02-25T16:19:47-05:00Fall: 1981 The golden, brownish reddish, orange leaves, though withering, bear hidden life— In panoramic beauty, Their splendor for our pleasure, As they fall from stalwart trees in Autumn-tide We gather them up in piles— For cozy fires, warm. We pluckkand fill our baskets full with nuts, pumpkins apples— Plentiful fruit, Rreadily [...]