Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.
John J. GeddesI'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.
John J. GeddesDark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.
John J. GeddesI'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.
John J. Geddes