October Haiku
laboring cricket
tucked behind kitchen cupboard
Autumn's lullaby
drifting russet leaves
canopy on shadows
tears of Autumn's dusk
traveling spinners
swirl towards their destiny
solitude once more
Lou Ann
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
Monday, October 02, 2006
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Farewell, Mom.
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