Come, little leaves, said the wind one day.
Come over the meadows with me and play.
Put on your dresses of red and gold.
For summer is gone and the days grow cold.
~George Cooper
where wisdom meets the shift in time….
inquiry for today~ take a deeper dive into these hopeful seasons….
The forest princely robes receives,
Inwrought with gold and crimson leaves,
With fairy tints and brilliant dyes
Like sunset’s glory-lighted skies.
~Phebe A. Holder
Make Believe Boutique 