Autumn is the time of ye ar grandmas memorys are very near ..Over the hearth fires.. brewing stews reading tales and singing songs... Wardings are ceiled with potions & charms.. Whisperings of leaves russling in the wind..Autumn colors set the trend orange black yellow & gold.. ..crafts are made wreaths are hung.. with these celtic hearts our spirits song is sung.. the time of yr when witches feast .... to honer souls of deperated and diceased .. Know these spirits arent very far as the veil she is growing thin ... we take a step between worlds to touch our ancestors once again..
Blessed be Autumn Rain*

My grandfather is impressed with your writings. I can say this, from the response I got from my family, they all enjoy your work. You seriously need to write a book of poems Autumn.