Through the dripping weeks that follow One another slow, and soak Summer's extinguished fire and autumn's drifting smoke. — Alfred Austin Copy Share Image
Uneasily the leaves fall at this season, forgetting what to do or where to go; the red amnesiacs of autumn drifting thru the graveyard forest. What they have forgotten they have forgotten: what they meant to do instead of fall… — Al Purdy Copy Share Image
