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Today

Another fall rolls Ďround again,
With brilliant leaves ablaze.

Frogs think of sleep, and birds fill up
For a trip of many days.

On silver hairómaybe touched-up,
Wind ruffles or sun shines.

The richness all around us
Affirms the passing time.

We havenít quite crossed over
To days of winter breeze.

But coming after the color
Is the magic of frost-trimmed trees.

The joys and hurts of rolling years
Leave memories, some sublime.

And, so we live the joys and tears
Just one day at a time.

©2010 Carol Morfitt

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