Sounds like a life well lived. This poem sounds like the fall season to me and I'll be ready for autumn by the end of September.
Sounds like a life well lived. This poem sounds like the fall season to me and I'll be ready for autumn by the end of September.
What is the fall like there? I like the color change, I like the smell in the air - but once the leaves are gone, it is cold, wet and getting dark at 4pm, I lose my enthusiasm.