I was Married Under the Autumn Trees

MY love will come in autumn-time
When leaves go spinning to the ground
And wistful stars in heaven chime
With the leaves' sound.

Then, we shall walk through dusty lanes
And pause beneath low-hanging boughs,
And there, while soft-hued beauty reigns
We'll make our vows.

Let others seek in spring for sighs
When love flames forth from every seed;
But love that blooms when nature dies
Is truely love indeed!

- Oliver Jenkins

In With the New

I've found my little home in the blogosphere. It's simple, and quiet, and I like it. A place to write down thoughts, share ideas, bask in the glow of a good brag, and enjoy a good cup of coffee.

If you've happened upon my home, I really appriciate you dropping by. Hopefully what you've found has, or will be, something worth while. But for now - all in due time.