Photo by David Dreimiller
Poem by Georgianna Rivard Bravo
The decease of winter, and all its decay, has left behind, this dark lonely house. It stands alongside, budding trees, spring flowers, and, new life!
Amidst the warm sunshine, on the Western Reserve, and all its verdant growth, what will await this dreary abode? At night, it continues to cast its sad shadow on the land, under the muted glow of the moonlight.
On Tiffany Creek 