She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.
Sung Away Heart
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
Fire Melt Woods
If any foes of mine are there, I pardon every one: I hope that man and womankind will do the same by me.
Same Pardon Me
Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly each day.
More Say Day
Autumn's the mellow time.