A clear blue sky, November day
There's homemade chili at the cafe
A cup of coffee, a slice of pie
Hello to winter. Summer, goodbye.
November day. Under the sun.
There's leaves to rake, work to be done,
House and yard and woods around.
Great piles of leaves lie on the ground.
And after dark, women and men
Relive their childhoods again
Jumping in to those great piles
And roll around and play awhile.