November sends the cooling breezes
Grandfather Time has won
He's swaying the giant Maples
Undressing them in the sun

The Reaper rides along the wind
Ebbing the cycle of shine
Fleeting along life's circle
Leaving the gold behind

Mother's breast now holds the seed
Protected from the snow
Awaiting it's chance in Springtime
For a small Maple tree to grow

Such is the ambit of your life
A very brief moment to shine
Fleeting along life's circle
Leaving your gold behind

© Ron Crowley 1999
http://pweb.netcom.com/~crowley2/

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