autumn’s stained glass colors climb the building’s face the same holy hues in a different sacred space. have i told you about the butterfly who visits daily outside my door? i wonder where it will wander when the winter winds roar my dear allani fills our home with song and bread her warmth like rising dough, a comfort to be fed turns out, there is whimsy and silliness if you stop to see! and colors bloom everywhere, wild and free!!!