Day: 11/04/2019

BrewNSpew Cafe – November 4, 2019

breathless mist curling quiet noise stills the forest a November day And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,No longer blown hither and thither;The last lone aster is gone;The flowers of the witch-hazel wither …–Robert Frost (1874-1963) Presenting the week’s prompt… Read More ›