Come November the trees will be bare,
the leaves on the ground.
Time for nature to take care,
store up as it must do
so we may have a springtime, too
I pull my shawl ‘round my shoulders tight,
remembering how it was that night.
I knew I loved you but was so afraid.
Would you hear my promises made?
Did you think I wasn't being truly fair?
Backing away, saying don't you dare.
My mind was reeling with too much pain.
It wasn't you; it was me to blame!
Secret nights and stolen kisses,
lying under the sky and making wishes,
memories so sweet, I cry:
How could you? How could you lie?
As I set my book aside, I look around
at nature's golden light,
taking time to read a good book aloud
In the crisp warm air of autumn’s delight.
The smell of wonder is in that air,
Leaves falling with such delightful flair.
My heart feels sad that some can't see
how the seasons bring such joyous glee.
Rising from my comfortable chair,
a mirror catches the white in my once golden hair.
Just a moment's pause then off to bed
with long ago thoughts swirling in my head.
My dreams carried me back to that night so long ago
As you said you love me my heart felt all aglow.
Then just as suddenly you were gone.
No note, no phone call; you just left me alone.
Strange how the passing seasons
can bring back long-forgotten lessons.
Yes, time marches on so it is said,
and this is where my memories have led.
Memories to keep within my grasp,
knowing full well one can't change the past.
I'm reminded what my mum said to me,
Be happy for what God's gifts you receive.
For in life, that is what we can expect.
No more, no less; that is all you will get.
For at one’s death, all turns to dust.
The end is fitting and always just.
Because November is halfway past,
leaves have floated down to the grass.
Big and little tress standing tall,
Undressed and waiting for the snow to fall!
Beverly A. Sams, Bernice Wagnitz, Cathy Minerva, SueAnn Lommler