October turned my maple’s leaves to gold
The most are gone now. Here and there one lingers.
Soon these will slip from out the twig’s weak hold
Like coins between a dying miser’s fingers.
~ et mea Messis erit ~
~ et mea Messis erit ~
October turned my maple’s leaves to gold
The most are gone now. Here and there one lingers.
Soon these will slip from out the twig’s weak hold
Like coins between a dying miser’s fingers.
Denney Home Place 