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Hi Tinker, I remember this one and as David so aptly puts it above it conveys "the enduring ache of senselessness, of loss" that will always stay with us. (I asked Tony if it was okay to post something here on the same subject that was previously posted on PP and he said it was okay if you had no objection.) Aftermath September's shattered leaves lie buried deep beneath soft shrouds of new November snow. They fell, still green, before their time to sleep - lost hopes and dreams that we will never know , the many trysts that now they cannot keep - all ruptured then, by one infernal blow. I wept for all those severed from the tree, but now I grasp each day that's left to me. Barbara Hartman, June 1, 2002