High Holy Days
My 10th high school reunion (which was a totally worth it!)
One paper due last week, another one due next week
Being sick and possibly coming down with another sickness
Anyway, so I'm a little behind in my blogging. And email. And Google reader. But, I thought I'd get today's poem done first, and hopefully some reviews will come later in the day.
Fall, leaves, fall;
die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
–Emily Brontë
Round up is at Picture Book of the Day!
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