FALL HAS FELL

It still has a month left yet Fall or Autumn seems to have taken an early break. It seems like only last week the weather was in the 60’s and even the 70’s. The sky was crystal clear and the clouds seem non-existent.

This week the day is very grey, dreary and cold, the sun only peeks in and out on occasion. There is a very beautiful poem written and recited by an old Jewish man who happens to be my best friend, and at this time of the year he will don his tweed jacket with elbow patches and recite his poem, eagerly awaited by his legion of fans (both of them) and it goes like this.

Spring has sprung

Fall has fell,

Winter’s here,

And it’s cold as usual.

So how is it that Autumn has disappeared so quickly, who saw it last and any idea where it went to? Can we ever recover those balmy-like days and enjoy some sunshine again, or does the old Jewish man have to write another poem?

I guess we will have to wait until Spring when the birds will sing and the flowers bloom as the old Jewish man recites his usual:

Spring has sprung

The Grass is riz

I wonder where

The Birdies is?