SAT-Practice Word of the Day:acquiesce
Intermediate Word of the Day:oblate
Difficult Word of the Day:ochlocracy


An Autumn stillness lies across the land
And dusk comes gently. Sparrows wheel and fly
Across a blue enclosure where the sky
Darkens above the pear trees. By and by
There will be dead leaves piled upon the sand.

Come quickly then, beloved. Where I stand
A thread of sunlight lingers on the hill
And goldenrod is lifted. Crickets shrill
And fields are bleak and bare, But I have still
The last of summer trembling in my hand.

A mist like winter creeps across the land,
But I have held my fingers in the sun
And caught its drooping petals one by one,
And these I give to you, goldenrod and sun,
The last of summer trembling in my hand.

      --"Window to the South."
                  Vivian Smallwood