As the days tick off of the calendar
November has almost run its course
I see and marvel at the gumdrops again
Then early one morning
My telephone rings
The first call of the day
Happy Birthday
Comes the greeting from a voice
That makes my day in a special way
Then thru the day come other voices
Who will also wish me well
I’ve heard the voices of someone special, friends and family
Their sound, a symphony whose composition is gracious and civil
This I shall treasure forever
As I will the reds, oranges, russets, greens and yellows
The colors of the leaves of fall
