And the beauty of the Fall

There stands a quintessential hominess

Enwrapped in classic perennial charm

Few among the things

That touches the heart

Like the white picket fence.

A simple structure

An effective boundary

Embracing a welcomingly warmth

To its weary traveler

Who on homeward bound,

Passes through its gate.

Time drains through days

As through the body flows

Unnotic...