leaves are falling in the twilight all over the world on secret lakeshores and mountainsides. As you prepare to walk the circle pick up a leaf and read it. We are a bundle in a basket, little children starting on a journey, being wrapped with such care that we might look to the sky and weep with wonder
11/5/02 Just a gentle reminder to all you word-wise wizards out there who want to put pen to paper to wax poetic - today is the deadline for the OST poetry contest! Laurel.
