Author Archives: Stephen Futterer

The falling leaves drift by my window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song But I miss you most of all, my darling When autumn leavesContinue reading ““Autumn Leaves””

“The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.” — Henry DAvid Thoreau

Here are my two:

I’m not sure what this is, And I’m not sure where this goes. My only hope’s that what it serves Isn’t going to, you know, like Totally ex-plode!