With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.

November Night
Adelaide Crapsey (American Poet, 1878-1914)

Listen if you will to the sounds of autumn days
Hear the brittle sounds of the leaves,
Watch the river as she passes by,
And gently rolls and heaves.

Watch the changing of the seasons
And the colours on the trees,
Remember long gone summer days,
On cooler evenings such as these.

See the rolling of the seasons
As the days now come and go,
See the crimsons and the yellows,
And the changes that you know.

Watch the leaves all dry and withered
Gently fall upon the ground,
Such a glorious tapestry and magic
In this season now is found.

Be patient with winter winds that blow
And bring cold to our days,
Remember these are transient moments
And are treasured ways.

Soon will come the springtime
With the new buds and blossoms fair,
The daffodils and hyacinths
Bring music to the air.

Be gentle with yourself
As the seasons come and go
It has always been these way for man,
And always will be I know.

Linda J. Vaughan

November 27th. 2007

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