Cricket Writes

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night’s decay Ushers in a drearier day Emile Bronte January  1st I tucked my cold fingers under my thighs, the rumble of the car increased the pain, pressure I was feeling in my abdomen. He was still yelling, I could see his hands flailing- alternating whi