Whispered Sounds of Sweetest Accord

From the waining days of summer  through the golden days,  pushing toward the cold nap of time, seasons change with precise apogee ….. Leaves change  color: shades of red, orange and yellow,  float from cathedral height, burn in curbside fire,  turn ash white,  drift through chilly evening air  bringing sweet nostalgia  to all who breathe  the smokyContinue reading “Whispered Sounds of Sweetest Accord”