Miracles Do Happen Leaves of orange and red and brown Gently falling down Heeding Old Man Winter's

call. All the birds have gone their ways Searching warmer days For they've sensed the coming Fall. Pudgy squirrels stock their lairs Scurry here and there As they forage through the leaves. The wise spider doesn't nap As he waits to trap Victims in the web he weaves. The old bear prepares for sleep In his den, dug deep To await the next year's Spring. When gray, stormy skies turn blue And life begins anew What a miraculous thing! Del Abe Jones 80s