October, beguile us in the way you know

October 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 mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief.… Continue reading October, beguile us in the way you know

Paper or plastic? Fire or Ice?

I'm posting this today, in case none of us are here tomorrow. Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To… Continue reading Paper or plastic? Fire or Ice?