October O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief. …
“All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien
With two adorable picture books to sell, I’m on the lookout for a children’s book acquisitions editor, artist’s representative or publisher. If you’ve got any leads in the biz, please send them my way! :) Appreciate it!