Tuesday, June 12, 2007

• Currently Listening Pure Ella: The Very Best of Ella Fitzgerald By Ella Fitzgerald see related

  
  -"::: Fall :::"-
  
  The wooden floor is cool to
  the touch as i sit here by the porch,
  the wind picks up slightly as
  it stirs the pile of leaves in the yard;
  the distant dog howls,
  the stream bubbles near,
  so i know that fall is here.
  
  He doesn't know where he is,
  but i know; fishing by the stream
  for long hours might,
  just so that we may have salmon tonight.
  Red, brown yellow and gold,
  where the leaves lie;
  so brillant are they,
  looks as though fall is here to stay.
  Kiss me now as my heart is lonely,
  hark not the breeze i see,
  for there are leaves still a-falling,
  for autumn is here already.
  
  -::: m. lewis :::-
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