The Cottage on the Moor is a place where I'll keep a fire going on cold winter nights and a breeze flowing through the windows on steamy summer days. There will be a "cup of warm" waiting for you to stimulate your mind. I'll try to keep it fresh by adding something every now and then. So come often. I hope you find it worth your while.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
by Jim Rapp
The Leaves are falling,
tint-edged by Frost and Sun;
Mother Earth is calling
so their journey has begun.
The Air, too still today to tug them
from the Skeletons they leave,
calls on Gravity to pry away their stems
and guide them downward into growing sheaves
where they will lie in wait for Wind
to come and carry them away;
to blend them, where he sends,
with leaves that fell another place.