Late in November Crisp air, Open the door porch quickly out then in, Don’t linger! Nights darken sooner, Some trees still bear leaves, Reminds me of November 1994, Warm no snow that Thanksgiving, LIFE HAD MEANING, I had family, I just returned from first completed season at Mt.Rushmores concession, Mom was alive, I looked forwardContinue reading “This late”
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Val Whitewolf 