A yellow leaf in the branches
Of a shamel ash
In the front yard;
I see it, a yellow leaf
Among so many.
Nothing distinguishes it,
Nothing striking, striped, stripped,
Strident, nothing
More than its yellow
On this day,
......
In the hush of autumn's breath,
leaves pirouette,
a silent ballet,
each one, a fleeting whisper,
unique in its descent.
Golden, crimson,
their colors bleed into the air,
twirling, spiraling,
a soft surrender to the earth,
......
In the hush of autumn's breath,
leaves pirouette,
a silent ballet,
each one, a fleeting whisper,
unique in its descent.
Golden, crimson,
their colors bleed into the air,
twirling, spiraling,
a soft surrender to the earth,
......
A yellow leaf in the branches
Of a shamel ash
In the front yard;
I see it, a yellow leaf
Among so many.
Nothing distinguishes it,
Nothing striking, striped, stripped,
Strident, nothing
More than its yellow
On this day,
......