Golden Time
Golden leaves upon the pear trees
No fruit to ripen though
Spring's frost killed it all in the bud
Always hope for next year's to grow
The air is damp and cool again
Charcoal gray clouds move in
There's a tet-a-tee between fall
And winter to begin
We never know about the seasons
It's unsure just like life
Which can zap us with unreason
Or blessings flow without strife
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