LL Fowles April 30, 2009 a poet's playground Beautiful poetry that touches your soul. To be read alone with a glass of wine or a cup of tea, slowly. Thank you Gwynneth for many hours of enjoyment. LL Fowles Share Tweet
today’s discourse lessons unlearned taking old and making it new again rekindling a fire sipping on warm cider watching the trees become bare as winter approaches leaves drop 1 by 1 yet the limbs don’t shiver from the cold the squirrels don’t