A sad, wistful poem, from the midst of WWI, for today’s post. Hallow-E’en, 1915 Winifred M. Letts Will you come back to us, men of our hearts, to-night In the misty close of the brief October day? Will you leave the alien graves where you sleep and steal away To see the gables and eaves…
Meaghan Walsh Gerard
writer. photographer. woman of letters.