With a warm song in the heart ...

The trees get ready to part

With their overgrown coat ...

As leaves sever and float



And as the coat layers down

Over all surfaces reknown

It begs us now to rake them

Into piles - so to bag, then



Disposing of their mounds

Which take over our towns

At this time of the year ...

Loving all those leaves dear



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

2:20pm Tuesday, Nov. 3rd, 1998