Falling Shadows Soft the glow Hues of amber Now September The year rolls On and on
September! Where joy and sorrow meet and sing quietly.
Mostly joy I hope, Cliff! Thank you for taking the time to read my poems and for your comments.
A warm and welcoming poem…with enough wistful to tug at the heart…I like this!…:)
September! Where joy and sorrow meet and sing quietly.
Mostly joy I hope, Cliff! Thank you for taking the time to read my poems and for your comments.
A warm and welcoming poem…with enough wistful to tug at the heart…I like this!…:)