Novembers moody, brooding blue
Drips through limbs stripped of autumn’s hue
We would be blue and moody too
If this is all there were
But we gather the early dark
Like a love-song that strums the heart
-Strings then we are not far apart
From now and next summer
Janet Martin~
Victoria and I took a walk in dusk's lowering blue...
Pics don't load here at night:(
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