Come Little Leaves Said The Wind One Day
. . . “Come over the meadows with me and play; Put on your dresses of red and gold, For summer is gone and the days grow cold.” These words, sung to me by my grandmother when I was a child, sang again in my mind as I stood mesmerized by the golden leaves swirling around me and over the Riverwalk Trail, Zion National Park, Utah. in November.