“…Come; let’s treat our memories
To a slow, autumn afternoon
Drip-dripping from the golden trees
Like honey from a giant spoon…”
— Janet Martin
Head over to the Porch. You’re in for a treat.
image credit: Janet Martin
“…Come; let’s treat our memories
To a slow, autumn afternoon
Drip-dripping from the golden trees
Like honey from a giant spoon…”
— Janet Martin
Head over to the Porch. You’re in for a treat.
image credit: Janet Martin
“On an autumn evening one remembers more of childhood than at any other time of year…”
— from THE INNOCENT by Graham Greene
Love it when words jump off the page and punch you in the gut.