“The wise crow knows I'm a child of the fall. Copper and brass, gusty wind blows. Vivid, cloudless skies, watch shivering naked trees stand tall. Hope, sweet and eager, does rise from rust-soaked vistas to shining eyes. Here, to forever,… — Ak White Copy Share Image
“The wise crow knows I'm a child of the fall. Copper and brass, gusty wind blows. Vivid, cloudless skies, watch shivering naked trees stand… — Ak White Copy Share Image
