Autumn leaves make the forests look grand
Soon, dry brown wood will cover the land
Circled by evergreens in a stand
Of trees. With trunks the colour of sand.
Is this the end of the beginning
Perhaps, in life's game the first inning.
When snowbirds take their songs south to sing
Some by automobile, some by wing.
Others stay with their feet on the ground
Snowy and white with ice all around
Be careful or you'll need ultrasound
And they'll say your fracture is compound.
Copyright  John A. Raynard October 9, 2004.