IN ME, THERE IS THAT WONDROUS AUGUST DAY-

QUITE SUDDENLY, THE WORLD FOREVER GREEN,

WHEN ONE LONE BRANCH BREEDS GLORIOUS DECAY,

AND YELLOWS ME TO THINK OF HALLOWEEN-

WHOSE POINT IS NOT THE HARVEST BUT THE CURSE:

"IT'S TIME TO SIT... AND WRITE SOME AUTUMN VERSE..."




--'CHEERIOS' Chuck