By: Linda M Crate the leaves are gold, orange, and red; i stand watching as autumn blooms cars whiz by no one notices the beauty of fall dances around me all her colors and all her beauty; they’re all caught…

By: Leena Adhvaryu The landscape of love lies here amongst the wildflowers; under the antiquated trees who dare to kiss the morning sun face to face with the sky. Beleaguered with the wild trails and apple orchards perfectly silent, profoundly mute…