Posted by Loulou on Oct 6, 2022 | 17 comments

Well, one day ago it was Random Acts of Poetry Day and a friend sent this to us: The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I’ll put a trinket on. A sweet autumn poem, no? I have...