Colors of the leaves in autumn wove a lovely quiltcovering the countryside, woods and waters.Falling like winter snow from the tallest of treeslighting the forest like a candelabra until the first snow.She was there by the pond, painting the weeping willows,she never spoke a word, just watched the trees and theirswaying branches in the late … Continue reading AHM’s 9th Anniversary: “She Painted the Willows” by Ken Allan Dronsfield
Academy of the Heart And Mind 