In the fall, the grass is white with fluffLittle "parachutey" stuff;And blowing in the wind, each blade a wand,A waving flag, like nature's hand Bids summer gone.

Red fades to pink,To purple,To wine,Like a summer sunset Changes and is gone.Petals softer than satinMore fragile than the skinOf Grandmother's hands.Open wide to the world,Free and generous,To give its last essence, Its last golden beauty to My day. 

Pretty china tea potCome on down from your shelf!I'll fill you up with tea, hot,For my friend and myself.Pretty little tea potYou hold just enough for twoTo drink a cup of tea, a spot,While we chat as true friends do.