The Passing of Summer by Katherine Cary Place
The Passing of Summer by Katherine Cary PlaceOld summer is over, I knew by the woodland, The songs of the birds are so hushed and so still,The brook through the meadow, how gently it’s flowing, The leaves turn to crimson down under the hill.Old summer is dying, and I am sighing, For the bright golden… Read More The Passing of Summer by Katherine Cary Place