November Puddles

Posted by on Nov 28, 2019 in Unmowed Blog | 0 comments

My Sorrow, when she’s here with me

Thinks these dark days of autumn rain

Are beautiful as days can be.

She loves the bare, the withered tree.

She walks the sodden pasture lane.

–Robert Frost

–R

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