Monthly Archives: August 2018

The old woman wrapped herself in the bearskin blanket, Shivering from cold within the rustic cabin in the woods. The Big Toothed Aspen rose loftily outside the window. Thinking of her childhood, her thoughts meandered.   Leaves on the aspen danced theatrically with the wind, Her eyes twinkled with encounters she remembered. The wind, theContinue reading “Dancing Leaves”