Blow wind, blow sweetly aloft
Curl ’round my fingers
Up gale, into the croft.
Sweep clean the air,
Pure, fresh, bare,
Caressing my face
So gentle, so soft.
-Lullaby, September 18, 2008
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the beauty of potential 
It’s fall! Yay! 🙂 By the way, check the end of the “7 Random Things” post on my blog…
Hurrah!~ leaves changing yet? I found a few clusters today.
I read two fall poems to my class today and did I mention that our read-aloud is Winnie the Pooh? “Pooh are you stuck?” -Rabbit, in regards to his full front door. “Stuck? Oh no, I was resting and hum-hummming to myself, hmmm hmmm hmmmm.”- Pooh.
Love you.