19 october, by Donald Michael Thomas The woods have cast their crimson foliage, /
The faded field is silvery with frost; /
The sun no sooner glimmers than it's lost /
Behind drab hi...
October 19, by Yuri Menis The forest drops its garb in crimson rich; /
The frosted field is silvery and faded; /
Reluctant daylight shows and, soon dissuaded, /
Conceals ...