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Halloween is past, Some color still here.

Crispness in the air, temperatures falling.


Poem: If you were coming in the fall,

If you were coming in the fall.
I’d brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spum,
As housewives do a fly.


If I could see you in a year,
I’d wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.

If only centuries delayed,
I’d count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen’s land.

If certain, when this life was out,07 _Fall_2013
That yours and mine should be,
I’d toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.

But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time’s uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.

Emily Dickinson

03 _Fall_2013

We will be closed for Thanksgiving, November 28 – 29 & reopen on November 30th.