November throws her brown cloak around her shoulders and enters our hills, scattering dry leaves in her wake and bringing much colder weather. We have enjoyed a lengthy warm autumn, but now the trees...
“The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth His handiwork.” (Psalms 19-1)
The Heavenly Father has smiled down on our hills today, with bright sunlight lighting up the yellow poplars and shining...
By Robert Frost
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning...
THE END OF SUMMER
By Shannon Georgia Schaubroeck
The summer days are fading, as they must
From endless hours to short and fleeting light
The bird’s once bright, immortal tune, now cries
A melancholy aura to the dusk.