Quiet

Send us Fan MailQuietQuiet is the morning, the hush of the fall, the last of leaves, the memoriesof October dry and brokenroll with the wind whisperinglost and abandoned against the garden wallfor abovethe skies lie hidden in blankets, the fog of November hanging upon theploughof  fields, the call of a single blackbird, across the emptiness of days, as above the sunin a blushof crimson redrises reluctantat first and liftsand carriesthe dawnwho slowlycarefully, yields. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]