A seasonal thrum (not quite a poem, but then again, not quite not); and an animated Krulwich collaboration, looking up at those who rise...
The burning colors of a prophecy! O fires and bare branches!
If Fall is burning out and departing, can Winter be far behind?!
(A parody of Shelley)
Thank you, Ron!
The burning colors of a prophecy! O fires and bare branches!
If Fall is burning out and departing, can Winter be far behind?!
(A parody of Shelley)
Thank you, Ron!