February 25, 2021

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BarrieOctober 23, 2013

I have never read my own feelings about Autumn expressed in such a lovely way. I don't know why, but Fall is the only season when I really mourn its passing. There is something heavenly and almost mystical in the air this time of year. They sky always seems bluer in a foreground of reds, yellows and browns. The air seems cleaner somehow. I can't get enough of it and look forward to these precious few weeks every year.

Evelyn QuadroOctober 23, 2013

I just got word that our sweet Nelle only has 3 months to a year to live. This poem came just at the right time. It's like our lives, when the Lord calls us home. We have to let go. It's our season to drop from our trees of life. She is ready to go, to drop from her tree to a warmer and sweeter life with our Savior. Thank you!! I love your outlook on life.

Barbara MillerOctober 19, 2013

Darla, Barbara here in Carlsbad, Cali. Glad to see you are still writing! I am an editor with our local community magazine. It's a hoot! We have lived in Carlsbad over six years now, came with Ron's work. Still hear from Marsha occasionally. Lots has gone down. Anyway, stay happy! Barbara

Janice Kapp PerryOctober 19, 2013

Darla, I love everything you write--especially this one. I just wrote on the same subject (kind of) but your insights are so profound and touch me deeply. Thank you, thank you.



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