Wizard of Oz
sometimes a lullaby
COME LITTLE LEAVES
by George Cooper
“Come, little leaves” said the wind one day,
“Come over the meadows with me, and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold;
Summer is gone, and the days grow cold.”
Soon as the leaves heard the wind’s loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all;
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the soft little songs they knew.
Dancing and whirling the little leaves went;
Winter had called them and they were content-
Soon fast asleep in their earthly beds,
The snow laid a soft mantle over their heads.
Jacob’s work in progress.
untitled by Jonathan Jacques on Flickr.
T Magazine: Uncommon Threads
The artist Jacob Magraw talks about spring, sewing and his recent artwork in the shape of our trademark “T.”
Necessary Tuesday morning Zeenat moves.
If I were to rap, it would be to this score.
little women inside cover
