A Frontier Is Never A Place; It

As I Stood And Watched The Mists Slowly Rising This Morning I Wondered What View Was More Beautiful Than This.

October Is The Fallen Leaf, But It Is Also A Wider Horizon More Clearly Seen.

Catch A Vista Of Maples In That Long Light And You See Autumn Glowing Through The Leaves.... The Promise Of Gold And Crimson Is There Among The Branches, Though As Yet It Is Achieved On Only A Stray Branch, An Impatient Limb Or An Occasional Small Tree Which Has Not Yet Learned To Time Its Changes.

Time Has Its Own Dimensions, And Neither The Sun Nor The Clock Can Encompass Them All.

If You Would Know Strength And Patience, Welcome The Company Of Trees.