“Down in the valley, leaves fall from trees, the branches are bare. All the flowers have faded, their blossoms once so beautiful. The frost attacks many herbs and kills them. I grieve. But if the winter is so cold, there… — Kinley MacGregor Copy Share Image
I question not if thrushes sing, If roses load the air; Beyond my heart I need not reach When all is summer there. — John Vance Cheney Copy Share Image
