(This piece is a 'minute' - 60 syllables,844484448444, and rhymed AABB, etc..) <br /> <br />October turned the leaves to gold <br />but now the cold <br />November wind <br />rustles their thinned <br />and meagre remnants on the trees. <br />No kindly breeze, <br />this bitter blast <br />will tear the last <br />few faded leaves from oak tree's crown, <br />and cast them down <br />onto the earth <br />for spring's rebirth.<br /><br />Paul Hansford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-a-minute-3/
