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SEASONS VOICES
The voice of fall is calling with strong winds in the trees,
Gone now the soft sweet whisper of the summer breeze,
Fall sings loud through the last of the wheat in the field,
That soon to cruel inclement weather it will unwillingly wield.

Fall is a kind season it has a touch to plump and ripen fruit,
Gives us days of extra summer, but slowly, the birds are mute,
For they know after the voice of fall calls out loud and clear,
The ferocious harsh voice of winter will shriek for all to hear.

Sometimes warm fall days lulls us into a sweet false hope
That this year with brutal winter we will not have to cope,
But soon or late the blow will fall and icy voices will cry,
As winter comes and fall’s loud voice will scream then die.

Cold winter in her beauty will many different voices bring,
Screeching, howling, whining, always a song of pain to sing.
But wait and listen and the laughter of spring will come our way,
We can dream of those sounds as winter screams each day.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson October 17, 2003