“Warning,” Friend, Nov. 1978, 48


    Maples gave the warning

    That summertime was done,

    Flaunting crimson leaf flags

    ’Mid cooler rays of sun.

    The poplars changed to flame,

    Outlined with toasty brown,

    Then leaves of every hue

    All came fluttering down.

    Weeds along the fencerows

    Grew brittle, crisp, and sere.

    And bands of birds, southbound,

    Proclaimed the winter near.

    Then came the crispy frost,

    And skies were filled with gray,

    So no one was surprised

    When snowflakes fell today.

    Illustrated by Dick Brown