Moving back in
“In solemn pause the forest waits
The signal to return,
Within our rotting gates
The weeds of autumn burn.’’
— From “The Untended field,’’ by Robert Hillyer (1895-1961)
“In solemn pause the forest waits
The signal to return,
Within our rotting gates
The weeds of autumn burn.’’
— From “The Untended field,’’ by Robert Hillyer (1895-1961)