All the leaves on the maple trees <br />are fiery red in the fall. <br />To see one in fall's glory <br />before the wintry call <br />is to witness nature's beauty <br />before the leaves fly away. <br />Then our eyes much adjust to barky limbs <br />for the fiery red can't stay.<br /><br />Edwina Reizer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maple-leaves-3/
