Jul 2020
Airing out robes of one who's gone
Autumn cleaning then winter's wind
Seasons shall change and when they do
I'll wear autumn's robe for spring
"Leaves never fall in vain,"
I murmur as I sweep.
Autumn cleaning then winter's wind
Seasons shall change and when they do
I'll wear autumn's robe for spring
"Leaves never fall in vain,"
I murmur as I sweep.
