Mustard yellow, is the broad of the leaf,
a splash of raspberry at the tip,
blending in the mustard,
with a flourish.
Blown down by the wind,
before its time,
and yet its colors are preserved
in all there pristine glory.
Oh! How the colors
brighten this cool and misty day.
The grayness of the day enlivened
by the boldness in this fallen leaf.
Gone to ground, so prematurely,
and yet it serves a purpose
it enlivens the still cool day.
a promise of blazing and golden summer to come.
© 1999 by Rosemary Winters Tracey
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