BOOKS for August

No wind, no bird. The river flames like brass. / On either side, smitten as with a spell / Of silence, brood the fields. In the deep grass, / Edging the dusty roads, lie as they fell / Handfuls of shriveled leaves from tree and bush. ~ “August” by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Books for April

It was an April morning: fresh and clear / The Rivulet, delighting in its strength, / Ran with a young man’s speed; and yet the voice / Of waters which the winter had supplied / Was softened down into a vernal tone. ~ William Wordsworth

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