Welcome, October

 “The skies they were ashen and sober;        The leaves they were crispĂ©d and sere—        The leaves they were withering and sere;  It was night in the lonesome October        Of my most immemorial year;  It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,        In the misty mid region of Weir—  It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,        In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.” (First stanza of “Ulalume” by Edgar Allen Poe)

Photoblog

It was frosty the other morning and the rising sun reflected off our neighbor's house into the yard. As the sun rose higher, the reflection melted a tracing line through the frost . . . much like God's light and love cutting through our cold, hard hearts.


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